It is widely held that too much wine will dull a man's desire. Indeed it will in a dull man.
quote by John Osborne
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Wreath the Bowl
Wreath the bowl
With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us,
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
Should Love amid
The wreaths be hid
That Joy, the enchanter, brings us,
No danger fear,
While wine is near --
We'll drown him if he stings us.
Then, wreath the bowl
With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us.
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
'Twas nectar fed
Of old, 'tis said,
Their Junos, Joves, Apollos,
And man may brew
His nectar too,
The rich receipt's as follows:
Take wine like this,
Let looks of bliss
Around it well be blended,
Then bring Wit's beam
To warm the stream,
And there's your nectar, splendid!
So, wreath the bowl,
With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us,
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
Say, why did Time
His glass sublime
Fill up with sands unsightly,
When wine, he knew,
Runs brisker through,
And sparkles far more brightly?
Oh, lend it us,
And, smiling thus,
The glass in two we'll sever,
Make pleasure glide
In double tide,
And fill both ends for ever!
Then, wreath the bowl
With flowers of soul
The brightest Wit can find us;
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Baseball is dull only to dull minds.
quote by Red Barber
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Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:
From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In wingèd speed no motion shall I know.
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh—no dull flesh—in his fiery race.
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade:
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
poem by William Shakespeare
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There was a time when the reader of an unexciting newspaper would remark, 'How dull is the world today' Nowadays he says, 'What a dull newspaper'
quote by Daniel J. Boorstin
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Wise women know this.
The dull head irritates
More than the dull looks.
Refine your brain.
Modesty delivers
More than the glamour.
Observe simplicity.
Humility earns
More than extravaganza.
Adopt humbleness.
Wise women know these.
29.0402012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dull: Which is the duke's own person?
Berowne: This, fellow: what wouldst?
Dull: I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood.
line from Love's Labour's Lost, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
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His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.
quote by Robert Service
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The Real War (Octelle)
Your nymph song, Complacency, lulls
And numbs, makes our Awareness dull.
Like wine that drowns Discretion
We're drunk in sheer Delusion.
Foes tied our hands with Deceit
Can't stand, we lie in Defeat!
Your nymph song, Complacency, lulls
And numbs, makes our Awareness dull.
cynthiabuhainbaello
11.28.12
*Octelle - poetry form in 8 lines
aa-bb-cc-aa rhyme scheme and 88-77-77-88
format, the first two lines are repeated
as the last lines.
It uses personification & symbolism.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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It is the dull man who is always sure, and the sure man who is always dull.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Phedre
(To Sarah Bernhardt)
How vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan's shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.
Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Sexual love is the loveliest.
An hour of flirting by lovers
Is worth a year of dull life.
An hour of their union
Is worth a decade of dull life.
22.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shoppong For Girls
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups of company boys
Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
These are children riding naked on their tourist pals
While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal
As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room
Talking bout his family and the cold back home
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard
Cranking up the volume of a michael jackson song
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word that breaks his stare
He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
Thats a mighty big word for a nine year old
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
The dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Shopping for girls, shopping for girls
Gaze down into her eyes for a million miles
Wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll
song performed by by David Bowie
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Memories Of Mine
I scribble on the piece of paper
Paper as dull as this memory of mine
About things i remember from long ago
And things that have been long forgotten in time
Of the dull old days, where the sun would never shine
Days as dull as this memory of mine
I sense your presence around me still
Around this riven heart of mine
I long to hear your voice so calm
The way it used to send shivers down my spine
In the good old days, where the sun would always shine
Around this riven heart of mine
poem by Emily Daniel
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Desolation
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold death’s woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.
When we see that the glory, and glow, and grace
Which lent a splendour to night and day,
Are surely fading, and showing grey
And dull groundwork of the commonplace.
When fond expressions on dull ears fall,
When the hands clasp calmly without one thrill,
When we cannot muster by force of will
The old emotions that came at call.
When the dream has vanished we fain would keep,
When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear,
And all the savour goes out of the year,
Oh, then is the time – if we could – to weep!
But no tears soften this dull, pale woe;
We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes.
If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies –
We can only be passive, and let it go.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There Is No Natural Religion (b)
I
Man's percepti-
-ons are not bound
-ed by organs of
perception. he per-
-ceives more than
sense (tho' ever
so acute) can
discover
II
Reason or the ra-
-tio of all we have
already known is
not the same that
it shall be when
we know more
IV
The bounded is
loathed by its pos-
-sessor.The same
dull round even
of the univer[s]e, would
soon become a
mill with complica-
-ted wheels.
V
If the many bec-
-ome the same as
the few, when pos-
-sess'd, More! More!
is the cry of a mista-
-ken soul, less than
All cannot satisfy
Man
VI
If any could de-
-sire what he is in-
-capable of posses-
sing, despair must
be his eternal
lot
VII
The desire of
Man being Infi-
-nite the possession
is Infinite & him-
-self Infinite
Application
He who sees the In-
-finite in all things
sees God. He who
sees the Ratio only
sees himself only
Conclusion
If it were not for the
Poetic or Prophetic
character, the Philo-
-sophic& Experimen-
-tal would soon be
at the ratio of all
things, & stand still,
unable to do other
than repeat the same
dull round over a-
-gain
Therefore
God becomes as
we are, that we
may be as he
is
poem by William Blake
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1975
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Yeah, almost every time
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Yeah, 1975
I see scratches and the idiot kids
I watched them getting high
Out in the cold blue sky
Watch and wonder as the asphalt babies burned
Dancing in the flame, laughing all of the while
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Yeah, almost all of the time
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Whoa, 1975
I m not alive, 1975
I was not alive, 1975
Id spend all my time wasted dull, damaged, and blind 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
song performed by by Everclear
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To The Dusk
She returned
to the dusk,
so many often do
Daybreak,
an
eternity away
The
season of
wine and song,
longing and laughter
had become
dull in thought
Forever remembrances
weren't
hollow words.
But time
has it's own idea
of the memories
which remain
Struggling recollections
beg for clarity.
but her heart
knows of the lust,
and long forgotten desire
Truth
retains integrity
of eternal intent
Time and age
have the advantage
of knowing
what is best for the heart
But it's the heart
which knows what is
best for the soul.
T. Labbe`
Dull and Foolishness
Other people have more than enough
But I alone seem to have lost everything.
I am dull and foolish!
Other people are clear
While I alone am confused.
Other people are clever
While I am stupid.
I feel lost at sea,
Tossed about on the winds of a storm.
Everyone else has things to do
While I am dull and stupid.
But I am different from others.
I am nourished by the Great Mother.
(extracted from Tao Te Ching, chapter 20)
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The word "mundane" has come to mean boring and dull, and it really shouldn't. It should mean the opposite because it comes from the latin mundus, meaning the world, and the world is anything but dull; the world is wonderful. There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality.
quote by Richard Dawkins
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Two Beliefs
on the belief that too much sunshine
makes us a desert
we shy away from play
when we were small they showed us Jack
who worked and worked and forgot to play
making him a dull boy
which way: a dull boy in the desert?
oh, these beliefs are mere advices
try thinking on your own
weigh things and
decide on your own
play when the dogs are away
and do not bark on the wrong tree
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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