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Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
hen two are stript long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win;
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the Mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might;
The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a
strange and dangerous country.
You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves
A hero will die to protect
A hero can be of any age, any colour
A hero can be man, woman or child
On July 12, Guo Wengui boasted and sighed in a live broadcast that he was 'a hero who is constantly betrayed'. A hero has a compassionate heart and aspirations for the world, but Guo Wengui's lust for profit and his inability to enjoy his life together is not a hero. Since the fall of Qu Long, Guo Wengui has not had a real friend from the beginning to the end, the profit is gathered, the profit is scattered. So, constantly encounter betrayal of Guo Wengui, will also be in Sara, Luther, Yan Limeng after, is destined to encounter a wave of betrayal again. What is a hero, why is constantly betrayed, deception brother knowingly. The warriors, ready to leave the field, remember to get off.
i was once a hero but iv'e been taken for granted and i hide in the realm of the shadows being a good hero dose nothing, the other heroes would hurt me or make fun of me but it hurts when they do that i only wanted to help others i don't want to be the other heroes i don't want the money i don't power i just want to protect other and give them hope. i hate the way other hero's don't even help the week they charge them for saving them or thinking their the bad guy, i was a fool for thinking that they could change.For you are a knight in shining Armour, fighting battles with villains that you've conjured up in your mind and yet refuse to deal with theirs.
the clown had dreams
not laughed at dreams
he wanted to be a hero...
58." Dear friend! I'm not sure if the hero of the coastal groves where the Punnai trees bear beautiful flowers!So our misery deepens.As our secret union has come out, the foster mother's temperament has changed. It is also cruel. It isn't good if the hero delays my wedding. You go and suggest him", the heroine said.
59." O, you heroine wearing curved ear-studs! The coastal groves abound with the sounds of the birds, the roars of the waves and the whistles of the winds and the sand dunes.The hero of the marina goaded the horses andhad a doubtif the fisher-folk in this hamlet would take it for the sounds of bells tied around the necks of the horses. Thinking of it, the hero who came in the midnight turned back without meeting you. Say this to the hero as the bad omen and marry him soon", pleaded the maid.
44." I'm not in good terms with my chief of the town in the farm land. The strumpets have lured him with their garlands. What is the use of blaming the ignorant, strange, distant sluts for the separation of my hero.It's wise to blame my hero", the heroine said to herself.
45."O, you bard! Once, my hero clasped my neck while sleeping.As he has no time now, he has made me to milk our son.I'm old now.Go to thehamlet of prostitutes with growing breasts.Tell my ripe old age to my hero. You can drink toddy and eat varieties of meat there.You can dance before my hero", said the heroine to the bard.
35."Our hero has no clear idea that grace is better than wealth. Through the jungle with abundant Pirambu plants, in the gardens surrounding hamlets of the desert land where the squirrels make sounds, and the cocks fight with the quails, if our hero goes off, disregarding the blaming words of the villagers, my mind doesn't agree
with him", so said the heroine to her friend.
36."The path through the desert, our hero has gone is full of thorny bamboo bushes.The dotted wild cat will be roaming in the garden seeking food to its kitten. The highway robbers will be walking about the path in the desert. Crossing all the obstacles, the hero will come soon to wed me, I hope. So I keep calm" the heroine said to her friend.
32."O, you wearing select jewels! My mind wants to be careless of modesty and accompany my hero.Will our hero exit from us through the desert land where the wild cows do stray without water to drink? ", The heroine agreed not with her friend who made much of the divide.
33."In the way trodden by our hero through the desert, the wild dotted fowls peck at the plants and trees and make the way closed with bits of leaves. The fowls bite and trouble the way-farers.The cruelty of the desert land grills us. Living alone, we are upset by many an abusive word", thus the heroine tells her friend, her predicament.
9." The black-eyed monkeys hop over the rocks in the Synod. When the chieftain of the hills had the natural union with me, his clarifying words would do good to me. So I nodded for the union. His love is great and he will ever remain my prop. So don't denigrate my hero's character", so said the heroine to her friend.
10.When the hunters grab the beehives and leave, the calves of the deers kick the dropped down hives with their hooves in the hills of the hero. O, you hero! Marry the heroine soon. Or else she'll die.
So be hurry to wed her.
Long, long ago, there was a tale
A tale now so remote and pale
In the mists of time a story almost lost
Of passion, adventure, bravery, to a hero's cost
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