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If you are wise, look after your house; love your wife without alloy.
The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy; it lasts when all other pleasures fade.
quote by Anthony Trollope
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A virtue to be serviceable must, like gold, be alloyed with some commoner, but more durable alloy.
quote by Samuel Butler
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I was quite unable to make any white metal alloy hard enough to be made into powder by my machinery.
quote by Henry Bessemer
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A kiss
Lips,
Magnets,
Locked in to,
A melting alloy;
Nuances of pink;
Dewy and swollen
Soggy pouts;
In the brink,
Of thawing in to,
The perfection of bliss.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The real evils, indeed, of Emma’s situation were the power of having rather too much her own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself; these were the disadvantages which threatened alloy to her many enjoyments. The danger, however, was at present so unperceived, that they did not by any means rank as misfortunes with her.
Jane Austen in Emma (1816)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Gold medals aren't really made of gold. They're made of sweat, determination, and a hard-to-find alloy called guts.
V Alloy Hollers
A rider on far route, reckless, consents,
to bolt down a pain of his life's gambling
to castigate his former self, and to extent,
his forcefulness silvery, morose rambling.
Fast shadow, tears the darkness to enter
another night; deathly destiny 's a scythe
outright he becomes his sins' repenter,
speeding on fatalistic heftiness to writhe.
A thousand cubic ways to be inviolable
unlighted sister Stygian, on solid torque,
a miss is partial to weak, a warrior to fable,
upon a slope of Winter ice, on Devil's fork.
One hundred forty power, solid to climb,
the mountain' icy slope, virile and brave,
noticeable by fog's Amadryads, and thyme,
estimable Nymphs amidst the oaks, wave.
And he, potent, proficient, of wedge keen,
ascends; to wipe out his detrimental flirt
to stunning, lovely forms of beauty sheen,
atrocious of a snowy sky, to muddy earth.
So, he ascends! An absolute, sightly winner,
bloody knees, grinding, on curves' asphalt,
marginally inclining, at his thousand's roar,
bullocky alloy V block, of steel and cobalt.
Ascends on mountain in thin air, equipotent,
entranced flakes that fall on own volition,
where the V alloy hollers, to death advertent
and dies as combustion ends with ignition.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Taking An Ostrich
This Ostrich taken, vainly tries
From chord of Courser to be free;
She struggles hard, but man defies
Her bold attempt at liberty.
Ah! Lady take the simile:
As Ostrich caught by twisted chord,
So Woman must obey her Lord.
Awhile, in youth you wander o’er
The golden path of promised joy,
Nor think captivity has store
Of care, life’s bitterest alloy: -
You play with love, as child with toy;
But ah this Ostrich; it will prove
You cannot ‘scape the Chord of Love.
poem by Richard Cobbold
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To An Orphan Child
Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother’s;
Hers couldst thou wholly be,
My light in thee would outglow all in others;
She would relive to me.
But niggard Nature’s trick of birth
Bars, lest she overjoy,
Renewal of the loved on earth
Save with alloy.
The Dame has no regard, alas, my maiden,
For love and loss like mine—
No sympathy with mind-sight memory-laden;
Only with fickle eyne.
To her mechanic artistry
My dreams are all unknown,
And why I wish that thou couldst be
But One’s alone!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Friendship
An alloy of allies should see you through,
Like their happiness and you will shudder.
From friendship to ultimate hardship
A little practice or session is late.
Let them die in front of your life,
These friends of yours are the best.
A fusion of flavors wafts into their heads
At the time of dinner and munching.
These friends design the danger, separation
And acceptance.
Their living and dying abstains from you,
As the enemies are afoot with their high praise.
Loathing them will be learning and fine,
Just so that you learn what the great feelings
Are, and are not.
These emotions empty into the sea
Like rivers of the fastest way,
The fastest way shudders from you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tragic Comedy
Amusing and comical, the tempestuousness of animation
Was of weight and mass, of heavier degree to the common.
A furious burden enraged me of a comedy,
It featured in my animation, in my life,
My existence, my love and strife.
The fuss blended so well like an alloy,
Killing the existence as a werewolf employs mischief.
I was burdened by the brotherhood attached tonight,
Combining furthest with fusion, like a bomb to explode afterwards.
Futile speech emanated from my lips
To defend this comedy and tragedy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To An Orphan Child
A Whimsey
AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's;
Hers couldst thou wholly be,
My light in thee would outglow all in others;
She would relive to me.
But niggard Nature's trick of birth
Bars, lest she overjoy,
Renewal of the loved on earth
Save with alloy.
The Dame has no regard, alas, my maiden,
For love and loss like mine--
No sympathy with mind-sight memory-laden;
Only with fickle eyne.
To her mechanic artistry
My dreams are all unknown,
And why I wish that thou couldst be
But One's alone!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Dis-stance: versts, miles
To B. Pasternak
Dis-stance: versts, miles...
They've dis-joined us, dis-mantled us,
So that we would be quiet,
At the world's farthest ends.
Dis-stance: versts, reaches...
They've disbanded, disrupted us,
Disunited and dissolved us,
Not knowing that we are an alloy
Of inspirations and sinews...
They haven't dispirited us, but they've dispersed us,
Dissected...
Wall and moat.
Displaced us, like eagles-
Conspirators: versts, reaches...
Not dismayed, but displanted.
Across the slums of the earth's latitudes
They disarranged us like orphans.
How many is it - oh, how many - Marches?!
Since they disordered us like a deck of cards!
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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A Woman’s Sonnets: VII
What have I gained? A little charity?
I never more may dare to fling a stone
At any weakness, nor make boast that I
A better fence or fortitude had shown;
Some learning? I in love's lore have grown wise,
Plucked apples of the evil and the good,
Made one short trespass into Paradise
And known the full taste of forbidden food.
But love, if it be gold, has much alloy,
And I would gladly buy back ignorance,
But for the thought which still is my heart's joy
That once your life grew happier in my hands,
That in your darkest and most troubled hour
I had, like Jesse's son, a soothing power.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Sonny! One day you too push me when I struggle on my Wheelchair
When I pushed my Grandson's Pram
I do remember now what I told;
Sorry, I have no any regrets my son
I am proud that you're being a Pilot!
And I know that you have a limited time of Freedom
When that Exists suddenly you run to your nest
I understand the Ladybird waits for you.
Your poor Grandma also old now
And she struggles to pass a silky thread
Through eye of the needle!
And I too already threequarter senile
But still I remember your name my son.
If you find a better place in your flying career
Which is not in the given map,
Your poor Grandma and the jigsaw Grandpa
Could have wait for a while at a stopover
Until your pretty Alloy-bird safely lands!
* To the poetess Unwritten Soul [PH] in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lines
Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Esq.
In summer time we roam o'er dingle,
But winter draws us round the ingle ;
Why do you remain thus single,
When love would make two hearts tingle ?
Pray tell me why, my dearest Wingle,
With the fair you do not mingle ?
Better with love 'neath cot of shingle
Than all your yellow gold to jingle.
For married life you would enjoy,
And soon a little girl and boy
They would your leisure hours employ.
At Christmas you could buy each toy
And fill their little hearts with joy,
For their amusements never cloy.
Business cares do men annoy,
Child's happiness knows no alloy.
poem by James McIntyre
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The Lady of Oriana To Dulcinea del Toboso
Oh, fairest Dulcinea, could it be!
It were a pleasant fancy to suppose so—
Could Miraflores change to El Toboso,
And London's town to that which shelters thee!
Oh, could mine but acquire that livery
Of countless charms thy mind and body show so!
Or him, now famous grown—thou mad'st him grow so—
Thy knight, in some dread combat could I see!
Oh, could I be released from Amadis
By exercise of such coy chastity
As led thee gentle Quixote to dismiss!
Then would my heavy sorrow turn to joy;
None would I envy, all would envy me,
And happiness be mine without alloy.
poem by Miguel de Cervantes from Don Quixote de la Mancha (1605), translated by John Ormsby
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