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Title: Going on a road trip

By: HetresseJoume


Hi Road Trip People
I am planning on a Long Island Romantic Getaways .Options are many- I grew up near that area, so I would definitely like the Places to visit in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The family always enjoys the Places to Visit in Florida Any thoughts?

Cheers.

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Apr 19, 2010 03:48 PM - Classic - by HetresseJoume

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Title: Its spring break time - fodors, lonely planet, nile guide or http://www.tripcart.com/ ?

By: HetresseJoume


Hi There
Seriously considering spending some hard earned cash for a Long Island Romantic Getaways .Some objections in the gang- It is too damn cold to go now, but in the April there are some really neatPlaces to visit in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The family always enjoys the Places to Visit in Florida Any thoughts?

See you in the spring!.

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Apr 19, 2010 03:48 PM - Classic - by HetresseJoume

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Title: Snowboard or Ski - www.tripcart.com vs. frommers.com

By: Kneeteken


Hey Folks
Spending the weekend at Mt Pinos Ski .
Hows the conditions?
When I lived in the midwest ,
never missed a season at, like Snow Creek Ski and Hidden Valley Ski Missouri

Happy Skiing!

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Apr 19, 2010 03:48 PM - Classic - by Kneeteken

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Title: Ode on a Grecian Urn

By: John Keats


Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
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Nov 9, 2009 03:50 PM - Classic - by John Keats

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Title: Death

By: John Donne


Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

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Nov 9, 2009 03:50 PM - Classic - by John Donne

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Title: Ozymandias of Egypt

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Nov 9, 2009 03:49 PM - Classic - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Title: O Captain! My Captain!

By: Walt Whitman


O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the

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Nov 9, 2009 03:49 PM - Classic - by Walt Whitman

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