The tide is full, the moon lies fair
              Upon the straits. . .

              Matthew Arnold

By mid-July I'm tired of the mountains.
I want to be near the sea,
walk beside it for an hour or two,
watch it cleaning the wounds of the shore.
Such persistence—though we know
there isn't a plan, just this
going back over the same places,
revising everything out.
"Is there a way to win?"
Jane Greer asks Robert Mitchum
in Out of the Past. "Well," he says,
"There's a way to lose more slowly."
He knows he shouldn't trust her,
and he doesn't care. Ah, Matthew Arnold,
our lovers are more melancholy than yours,
more desperate, more faithless.
"You can't help anything you do,"
Mitchum tells her at the end.
Which is what he might have told himself.
But nobody ever sees how far
the things we shouldn't feel can take us.
I just want to walk along the shore
for an hour, watch the waves
rearranging whatever they can.
I like the way the sea encourages me
to think about the past,
as if I could leave it where it is:
the moon on the water, the stars
that gleam and are gone.

Lawrence Raab

The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits. . . Matthew Arnold By mid-July I'm tired of the mountains. I want to be near the sea, walk beside it for an hour or two, watch it cleaning the wounds of the shore. Such persistence—though we know there isn't a plan, just this going back over the same places, revising everything out. "Is there a way to win?" Jane Greer asks Robert Mitchum in Out of the Past. "Well," he says, "There's a way to lose more slowly." He knows he shouldn't trust her, and he doesn't care. Ah, Matthew Arnold, our lovers are more melancholy than yours, more desperate, more faithless. "You can't help anything you do," Mitchum tells her at the end. Which is what he might have told himself. But nobody ever sees how far the things we shouldn't feel can take us. I just want to walk along the shore for an hour, watch the waves rearranging whatever they can. I like the way the sea encourages me to think about the past, as if I could leave it where it is: the moon on the water, the stars that gleam and are gone. Lawrence Raab

The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits. . . Matthew Arnold By mid-July I'm tired of the mountains. I want to be near the sea, walk beside it for an hour or two, watch it cleaning the wounds of the shore. Such persistence—though we know there isn't a plan, just this going back over the same places, revising everything out. "Is there a way to win?" Jane Greer asks Robert Mitchum in Out of the Past. "Well," he says, "There's a way to lose more slowly." He knows he shouldn't trust her, and he doesn't care. Ah, Matthew Arnold, our lovers are more melancholy than yours, more desperate, more faithless. "You can't help anything you do," Mitchum tells her at the end. Which is what he might have told himself. But nobody ever sees how far the things we shouldn't feel can take us. I just want to walk along the shore for an hour, watch the waves rearranging whatever they can. I like the way the sea encourages me to think about the past, as if I could leave it where it is: the moon on the water, the stars that gleam and are gone. Lawrence Raab

جام جم آنلاين: دولت در قانون بودجه 86 تسهيلات مناسبي را براي نو‌سازي بافت‌هاي فرسوده در نظر گرفته است. به گزارش ايسنا، محمد سعيدي‌كيا ـ وزير مسكن و شهر‌سازي ـ در پاسخ به اين سوال كه انتقال پايتخت چه پيامد‌هايي دارد و آيا براساس انتقاد‌هاي صورت گرفته بر اشتغال بي‌تاثير است؟ توضيح داد: بحث انتقال پايتخت بسيار مهم است و با عجله نمي‌توان روي آن تصميم‌گيري كرد و بايد جوانب مختلف قضيه به لحاظ اجتماعي، اقتصادي و فرهنگي بررسي شود. وي با بيان اين‌كه در برخي از كشور‌ها اين اقدام انجام گرفته و نتيجه مثبتي نيز حاصل شده است، تصريح كرد: بايد گزارشات تطبيقي براي مقامات تصميم‌گير تهيه شود. براي اين امر بايد گزارش تطبيقي از كشور‌هايي كه اين اقدام را انجام داده‌اند و تاثيرات اجتماعي بعد از آن دريافت و بررسي شود، از سوي ديگر در ايران نقطه‌يابي مناسب صورت گيرد. به گفته وزير مسكن در ابتدا بايد هدف اصلي از تغيير پايتخت مطرح و متناسب با آن نقاط مختلفي پيش‌بيني و به تصميم‌گيرندگ ان تقديم شود. وي در پاسخ به ايسنا درباره بحث اعطاي دو فقره تسهيلات 18 ميليون توماني به يك واحد مسكوني، گفت: اين تسهيلات با سپرده‌گذاري مردم پرداخت مي‌شود، اين طور نيست كه بانك اعلام كرده باشد كه 18 ميليون تومان به متقاضيان تسهيلات اعطا شود، بلكه بايد متقاضيان به شكل مشخصي موجودي خود را به بانك مسكن بسپرند و بعد از دو دوره شش ماهه با سپرده 9 ميليون تومان، 18 ميليون تومان تسهيلات دريافت كند كه با پول آنها 27 ميليون تومان خواهد شد. به گفته سعيدي‌كيا در جامعه يك پدر و فرزند و زن و شوهر اين سپرده‌گذاري را انجام داده‌اند و الان كه مراجعه مي‌كنند به بازار دو واحد مسكوني خريداري مي‌كنند اما با اين طرح دو نفر آنها يك واحد مسكوني خريداري مي‌كنند كه تقاضا را كاهش مي‌دهد. وي اعطاي دو فقره تسهيلات 18 ميليون توماني را براي يك واحد مسكوني اقدامي‌ ضد تورمي‌ ذكر كرد و گفت: وقتي دو نفر يك واحد مسكوني را مي‌خرند تقاضا كاهش مي‌يابد چون زن و شوهر و پدر و فرزند شريك زندگي همديگر هستند. وزير مسكن در پاسخ به سوال خبرنگاري مبني بر اين‌كه اين اقدام آثار تورمي‌ دارد مجددا از همان خبرنگار پرسيد كه من از شما مي‌پرسم منبع اطلاعي خود را بفرماييد؟ و در ادامه گفت: اين طور نيست، منابع اطلاعاتي در اين زمينه مركز آمار و بانك مركزي هستند و پايه اطلاعات نبايد ذهني باشد. وي درباره تسهيلاتي كه قرار است به بخش خصوصي براي باز‌سازي بافت‌هاي فرسوده پرداخت شود، گفت: هر شركت و فردي كه در بافت فرسوده كار كند، دولت در قانون بودجه سال 86 و در آيين‌نامه مربوطه تسهيلات مناسبي را براي آن قرار داده است. به گفته سعيدي‌كيا براساس آن به ازاي هر واحد مسكوني كه ساخته شود 14 ميليون تومان تسهيلات پرداخت مي‌شود و تا چهار درصد آن نيز يارانه اعطا مي‌كند، در عين حال 50 درصد عوارض صدور پروانه را تخفيف مي‌دهد. وي ادامه داد: مازاد بر 50 درصد مورد تخفيف نيز براي اعطاي يارانه پيش‌بيني شده است. وزير مسكن از شركت‌هاي انبوه‌ساز خواست كه در نوسازي بافت‌هاي فرسوده مشاركت كنند

William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, England on May 3, 1564. His father, John Shakespeare, was a glove-maker and his mother, Mary Arden, was a gentry daughter.

Shakespeare's father was quite prosperous at the time of the birth of his son, but was later prosecuted for participating in the black market of wool and lost his position as an alderman.

As the son of a prominent town official, Shakespeare probably attended the grammar school in Stratford which may have provided him with extensive education in Latin grammar and literature. Although he may have attended Stratford, there is no evidence showing that his education ever extended past grammar school.

On November 28, 1582, Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway at Temple Grafton, near Stratford. There were some troubles with the marriage however, as Hathaway was already three months pregnant. After, William Shakespeare left no trace until he appeared on the London literary scene.

On May 26, 1583, Shakespeare's first child, Susanna, was baptized at Stratford. Shakespeare also had another son, Hamnet, and a daughter, Judith, whom were baptized later on February 2, 1585.

In 1596, Hamnet died and was buried on August 11, 1596. It is believed that his death led Shakespeare to write The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, the reworking of an older lost play.

By 1598, Shakespeare moved to Bishopgate and appeared as an actor in Every man in his Humour by Ben Jonson.

Shakespeare later became an actor, writer and part-owner of the playing company, The Lord Chamberlain's Men, which took its name from its aristocratic sponsor, Lord Chamberlain. After the death of Elizabeth I, the company was liked by James I so much that it adopted the name as the King's Men.

Legal documents over the next several years show that Shakespeare acted as a matchmaker for his landlord's daughter and also became rich enough to own the second-largest house in Stratford, New Place and buy property in Blackfriars, London.

In 1609, Shakespeare's sonnets were published while most were dedicated to a 'fair lord' the rest were dedicated to a 'dark lady'. Some say the poems were homoerotic, but it remains much in debate.

After Shakespeare retired in 1611, he was drawn into a legal quarrel regarding common land. However Shakespeare remained neutral and made sure only his income was protected.

Shakespeare died on the same day as his birth, May 3, 1617. He was married to Anne until his death and was survived by his two daughters, Susannah and Judith. William Shakespeare is buried in the chancel of Holy Trinity Church in Stratford-upon-Avon, not because of his fame, but because he purchased the land before his death.

Much of Shakespeare's works have been of debate about whether or not he wrote all that is attributed to him. Many believed he was not capable of writing any, while others believed he only helped write them. It is also believed that Shakespeare's last plays were buried with him, but no one has looked inside his tomb due to his epitaph "Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear, To dig the dust enclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones, But cursed be he that moves my bones."

William Shakespeare Poems

Sonnet 1
Sonnet 2
Sonnet 3
Sonnet 4
Sonnet 5
Sonnet 116

William Shakespeare Plays

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Julius Caesar
Macbeth
Midsummer Night's Dream
Othello, the Moor of Venice
Romeo and Juliet
The Tempest

Famous Quotes

Quotes from Hamlet
Quotes from Romeo and Juliet

Just three little words
don't seem like enough
for someone whose smile
still brightens my day,
whose touch can make me forget
the rest of the world.

They don't seem like enough
for someone who's always been there
to celebrate with me
when everything goes my way
and to hold my hand
when my whole world
seems to fall apart.

But even though "I Love You"
can't express the depth
of my feelings for you.
I hope you know what's in my heart.
Because loving you
means more to me
than anything in the world
and it always will.

- Brynne S. -

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

TO make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an Enemy,
In whom both Beauties to my death agree,
Joyning themselves in fatal Harmony;
That while she with her Eyes my Heart does bind,	& nbsp;   &n bsp;5
She with her Voice might captivate my Mind.
I could have fled from One but singly fair:
My dis-intangled Soul it self might save,
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair.
But how should I avoid to be her Slave,	10
Whose subtile Art invisibly can wreath
My Fetters of the very Air I breath?
It had been easie fighting in some plain,
Where Victory might hang in equal choice.
But all resistance against her is vain,	15
Who has th' advantage both of Eyes and Voice.
And all my Forces needs must be undone,
She having gained both the Wind and Sun. Andrew Marvell

Wildflowers bloom on a mountainside,
As icy waters on their tumbling ride,
Flow in haste to meet the Sea,
On a cycle that will always be.

Cycles, cycles everyplace,
Even in my life, I face,
The fact that cycles often race
With no regard to proper pace.

So I was born and grew up fast,
And now I'm free to love at last,
And need you to complete the chain
  Of the cycle that is in my name.
By Ara John Movsesian

 

Dress of dreams and portents, worn

in memory, despite
the posted warnings
sunk deeply into the damp
sand
all along the shore. (The green

tragedy of the sea
about to happen to me.) Even

Evenin my subconscious, I ignored them.
(The green

eternity of the sea, just around the corner.) That

Thatwhole ominous summer, I wore it, just
an intimation
then, a bit
of threatening ephemera. Another
rumor. Another
vicious whisper. And then
they sang. (The giddy

green
girls
of the sea.)

The feminine

maelstrom
of it, I wore. (How

quiet, at the edge of it, the riot. How

tiny, the police.) The Sturm

und Drang of it. The crypt
and mystery. The knife
in fog of it. The haunted
city of my enemy.
(And always
the green, floating, open
book of the sea.) That

of it. The crypt and mystery. The knife in fog of it. The haunted city of my enemy. That

dress, like

an era of deafness and imminent error, ending
even as I wore it, even as I dragged the damp

hem of it
everywhere
I wore it.

Laura Kasischke

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روش جدید مبارزه با فیلتر مخابرات

***

اينهم آدرس وبلاگی که هر روز فيلترشکن های تازه ای را معرفی می کند

When I'm lying awake, listening to rain
hammering on the roof,
the phrase comes back to me,
our code for 'Let's get out of here'.
We were huddled in the back of a van
with the lights, the videotape equipment
and the man with the rain machine.
'Why can't we use the regular rain?' you asked,
as rain hammered on the roof.
'That's God's rain', said someone.
'It doesn't show up on film.
We need Billy's rain for this one'.
When I find myself soaked to the skin, tired,
or merely bored with God's rain,
the phrase comes back to me.
I'd say it now if I thought you were listening.


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If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son

Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that— We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat. But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped— "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!" "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate, He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out

Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.

by Louise Glück

 

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by Emily  Dickinso n   The grave my little cottage is, Where, keeping house for thee, I make my parlor orderly, And lay the marble tea, For two divided, briefly, A cycle, it may be, 'Till everlasting life unite In strong society.

back in black, i hit the sack
it's been too long i'm glad to be back
yes, i'm let loose from the noose
that's kept me hanging around.
i've been looking at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high,
forget the hearse cause i never die.
i got nine lives, cat's eyes,
abusin' every one of them and running wild
'cause i'm back!
yes, i'm back!
oh, i'm back!
yes, i'm back!
well, i'm back, back.
well, i'm back in black, back in black! ow!

back in the back of a cadillac,
number one with a bullet, i'm a power pack.
yes, i'm in a bang, with a gang,
they've got to catch me if they want me to hang,
cause i'm back on the track and i'm beatin the flack,
nobody's gonna get me on another rap.
so look at me now, i'm just makin' my play,
don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
'cause i'm back!
yes, i'm back!
well, i'm back!
yes, i'm back!
well, i'm back, back.
well, i'm back in black, back in black, ow!

wanna tell you a story
'bout a woman i know
when it comes to lovin'
oh she steals the show
she ain't exactly pretty
ain't exactly small
forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
you could say she's got it all

never had a woman
never had a woman like you
doing all the things
doing all the things you do
ain't no fairy story
ain't no skin and bone
but you give it all you got
weighing in at nineteen stone

you're a whole lotta woman
a whole lotta woman
whole lotta rosie
and you're a whole lotta woman

oh, honey you can do it
do it to me all night long
only one to turn
only one to turn me on
all through the night time
and right around the clock
to my surprise
rosie never stops

you're a whole lotta woman
a whole lotta woman
whole lotta rosie
and you're a whole lotta woman

I think I'm drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted

now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
you'd never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?
ooooohh

you will suck the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
ooooohh

as i draw up my breath,
and silver fills my eyes.
i kiss her still,
for she will never rise.

on my weak body,
lays her dying hand.
through those meadows of heaven,
where we ran.

like a thief in the night,
the wind blows so light.
it wars with my tears,
that won't dry for many years.

"loves golden arrow
at her should have fled,
and not deaths ebon dart
to strike her dead."

may god bless and keep you always,
may your wishes all come true,
may you always do for others
and let others do for you.
may you build a ladder to the stars
and climb on every rung,
may you stay forever young,
forever young, forever young,
may you stay forever young.

may you grow up to be righteous,
may you grow up to be true,
may you always know the truth
and see the lights surrounding you.
may you always be courageous,
stand upright and be strong,
may you stay forever young,
forever young, forever young,
may you stay forever young.

may your hands always be busy,
may your feet always be swift,
may you have a strong foundation
when the winds of changes shift.
may your heart always be joyful,
may your song always be sung,
may you stay forever young,
forever young, forever young,
may you stay forever young.