<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Mystic0:

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

You're probably strongly political, and a pacifist. Hey, and you're also slightly depressing. You think a lot of things suck and are pointless. Congratulations!

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<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by DDRSDRAM:
What he said.</font>

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by DDRSDRAM:
Which poem are you?
My Results:



The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

God, you're indecisive. You're not that great, but you don't know if you want to accept that. You appreciate beauty and observe things others may not, but you're also hopelessly impaled on your own foolish romanticism. Go you.

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The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
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<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by: Someone else on Massassi
Monday - You tend to wear pants. You have a personality of some sort, and your skin isn't made of wood.
Tuesday - You have eyebrows. You probably play Star Wars games.
Wednesday - You usually wear shoes when you go outside. You use teeth to chew your food.
Thursday - You have a computer. You're interested in things you like.
Friday - You were born on a Friday. You probably go to school or college, though you may have a full-time job.
Saturday - Your hair is black, brown, blonde, red, or dyed. Make sure to ask everyone you know if they were born on Wednesday, because if they were, avoid them like the plague.
Sunday - On the day that you were born, people went to church. You want success in life.</font>

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Mystic0:

You're probably strongly political, and a pacifist. Hey, and you're also slightly depressing. You think a lot of things suck and are pointless. Congratulations!

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<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Mystic0:
This test did not very accuratly reflect my personality.

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<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Mystic0:
This test did not very accuratly reflect my personality.</font>

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Mystic0:

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

You're probably strongly political, and a pacifist. Hey, and you're also slightly depressing. You think a lot of things suck and are pointless. Congratulations!

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