gokalph

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dar görüşlü yazar. hayır cephesinde her görüşten insan var kuzum.

bir daha topunun inşaata veya cepheye kaçmamasını, işçilerin yerini biz cephecilerin almamasını diliyorum.

şu sıcak havada da at gözlüğü takmamasını öneriyorum, güneşten koruyor fakat, ışıktan da mahrum kalıyorsun be evlat.

ne ilk ne son olan ırkçı şahsiyet.

herkesi yazar yapmışlar demek istediğim yazar. yahu fikirlerimi beğenmiyorsan eksile... neden gelip nick altıma pisliyorsun güzel kardeşim. oradan ben arkadaş ediniyorum kendime. *

bir adet 7. nesil yazar. nicki de garip gokalph... o sandaki h ne oluyüürrr? *

-naber nasılsın naptın?
+yanlışh yazıyorsunh lanh selcukhalone...
-tamam kardesh... pardonhhhh.... *

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she play'd,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

kral yazadır. epeydir buralarda görünmüyordu ancak geri dönerek bizleri sevince boğmuştur kendileri.