What is a bad word
does not tell you why or how
nor who when or where
Saturday, December 21, 2013
An English language assignment
Alliterations and (made-up) collective nouns. Please help!
A - anthems of apathy
B - bastions of bastardy, babble of bitches
C -coils of confusion
D - dregs of drudgery
E - excess of emotion
F - flights of fancy
G - gaggle of geese
H - hints of happiness
I -
J - jumps of joy
K -
L - lots of love
M - minutiae of mundanity, mediocrity of the mundane
N -
O -
P -
Q -
R -
S -sacks of sorrow
T - tales of torture, tales of torment
U -
V -
W -
X -
Y -
Z -
A - anthems of apathy
B - bastions of bastardy, babble of bitches
C -coils of confusion
D - dregs of drudgery
E - excess of emotion
F - flights of fancy
G - gaggle of geese
H - hints of happiness
I -
J - jumps of joy
K -
L - lots of love
M - minutiae of mundanity, mediocrity of the mundane
N -
O -
P -
Q -
R -
S -sacks of sorrow
T - tales of torture, tales of torment
U -
V -
W -
X -
Y -
Z -
How do I not love thee
how do I not love thee?
let's not bother counting the ways
my mind can't think of sense or rhyme
to show the depth and breadth and height
of how I don't love thee
But if truth be told and heart unlocked
I love thee
I love thee
I love thee
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*Inspired by
let's not bother counting the ways
my mind can't think of sense or rhyme
to show the depth and breadth and height
of how I don't love thee
But if truth be told and heart unlocked
I love thee
I love thee
I love thee
_________________________________________
*Inspired by
XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. |
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