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Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
on the outskirts of Johnson
Perhaps you should compile your Perl with long doubles one of these megaseconds.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
Victoria Principal - she
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Oh, Perceval, a falcon is born to hunt, and so are you. One day you will hunt indeed--but not yet."
"Why? Am I not ready?"
She looked at him sadly and said, "Give me a little longer.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Ulick Norman Owen.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
And Harold came into Perpetua's apartment.
He said, 'I just want to know one thing. Are you happy?' 'Sure,' Perpetua said. (Donald Barthelme, "Perpetua")
You guess, boy? You don't know? Peter
Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, -
Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag, -
Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree, -
Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea.
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
King Offa's dyke,
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
A pervert is anybody kinkier than you are
WindClan territory
Donald - ruler Donovan
A postcard and I'm pining for New England. . .
Peter Principle
a brilliant and talented man promoted just one notch over his head.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
Perl is like vise grips. You can do anything with it but it is the wrong tool for every job.
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
Best before: 19 March 2007March-- Jojo Moyes
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
Mr. Persichetti was a night nurse at the state hospital, inspired
Hapmshire" typo,
A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situatedand the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A paper town for a paper girl.
Wotan of Walhalla,
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Whither thou goest...
Having examined three thousand haiku poems - two persimmons.
Oh, to be in England, now that England's gone. This World Service, this little bakelite gateway into the world of Sidney Box, Charters and Caldecott, Mazawattee tea, Kennedy's Latin Primer and dark, glistening streets. An
The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
Frederick Mitchell-Hedges,
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
London, dirty little pool of life
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
The gibbering mad SandWing a few cages down who never shuts up, all night long? (What is her story? Has she really been here since the rule of Queen Oasis?) Or
Shetland is the most remote place in the U.K. It's a part our country, but completely unique. It might be British, but it's closer to Norway than to Edinburgh, and it feels very different from the mainland.
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
the cottage lights
King of tha westcoast
Lord, give me Scotland or I die!
...the petrel, mindless of such height,
scales each watery hill
that rises up, adapting to the shape
of each impediment, each low escape
instinct in it, the scope of its flight
fitted to its will.
Hey, Ernessa, where the fuck are you?
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art ...
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
Perseus, you are not the hero.
On the periscope ... What a beautiful view. Cloud cover over Florida - three to four tenths near the eastern coast. Obscured up to Hatteras ... I can see [lake] Okeechobee. Identify Andros Island. Identify the reefs.
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
Stuart Davises he
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
Broiling Sunday afternoons in what I still call Joe Robbie Stadium.
Ireland, Ireland. That cloud in the west, that coming storm.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
I was born in 1943 at Neston in the Wirral, not far from Liverpool where my father, Richard William Hunt was a lecturer in paleography, the study of mediaeval manuscripts.
Paddles and floggers and whips, oh my! - Location 3816
Rome Archer, if you don't wake up right this second so I can tell you that I love you, I swear I'm going to name this baby something ridiculous like Daffodil or Rover and I'm going to let your brother be in charge of haircuts until he or she is old enough to complain.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
happy hunting-grounds
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
I went to high school in the highlands of Scotland.
My Becca's home.
Where now is Britain? . Even as the savage sits upon the stone That marks were stood her capitols, and hears The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks From the dismaying solitude.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Oh, this beast? It's ... perspicacious loris. 'Perspicacious' meaning 'wise or canny'."
"Get stuffed," Bovril said, then giggled.
"And it insults people," Telsa said. "How peculiar.
Whenever I'm in Glasgow I go and stand outside the front of the house I grew up in, which is in Mount Vernon.
mistress of Netherfold.
Oh, the unintended consequences of perfidy!
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.
Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.
"I meant the idiot Bridgerton."
"That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.
Rockaway? That's my special place with Gage - was anyway. Now it'll 'forever' be marked with gluttony and vomit - sounds about right.
By the streets of 'by and by,' one arrives at the house of 'never'.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Hello kerplunk, this is my dear friend pitter patter.
I came to live in Shepperton in 1960. I thought: the future isn't in the metropolitan areas of London. I want to go out to the new suburbs, near the film studios. This was the England I wanted to write about, because this was the new world that was emerging.
Warr be-rong orah
Where is a better country
Governor Arthur Phillip et al
Vocabulary of the language of N.S. Wales in the neighbourhood of Sydney, MS 41645, SOAS, University of London