[s]Goal: 100,000 New Goal: 200,000[/s] New Goal: 250.000

[Crimson_Ayla]

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

            Over towered Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat

Beneath a willow left afloat,

And round about the prow she wrote  125

            The Lady of Shalott.

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And down the river's dim expanse

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance —

With a glassy countenance

            Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day

She loosed the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

            The Lady of Shalott.

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Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right —

The leaves upon her falling light —

Through the noises of the night

            She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

            The Lady of Shalott.

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Heard a carol, mournful, holy,

Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darkened wholly,

            Turned to towered Camelot.

For ere she reached upon the tide 

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

            The Lady of Shalott.

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Under tower and balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

Dead-pale between the houses high,

            Silent into Camelot.

Out upon the wharfs they came,

Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

And round the prow they read her name,

            The Lady of Shalott.

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Who is this? and what is here?

And in the lighted palace near

Died the sound of royal cheer;

And they crossed themselves for fear,

            All the knights at Camelot:

But Lancelot mused a little space;

He said, "She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

            The Lady of Shalott."

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Banana :)

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There was an Old Man on some rocks,

Who shut his wife up in a box;

When she said, 'Let me out!'

He exclaimed, 'Without doubt,

You will pass all your life in that box.'

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There was an Old Man who supposed,

That the street door was partially closed;

But some very large rats,

Ate his coats and his hats,

While that futile old gentleman dozed.

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There was an Old Man with a beard,

Who said, 'It is just as I feared!

Two Owls and a Hen,

Four Larks and a Wren,

Have all built their nests in my beard!'

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There was an Old Man who said, 'How

Shall I flee from that horrible cow?

I will sit on this stile,

And continue to smile,

Which may soften the heart of that cow.'

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There was an Old Man who, when little,

Fell casually into a Kettle;

But, growing too stout,

He could never get out,

So he passed all his life in that Kettle.

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There was an Old Man with a flute,

A serpent ran into his boot;

But he played day and night,

Till the serpent took flight,

And avoided that man with a flute.

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There was an Old Man with a nose,

Who said, 'If you choose to suppose,

That my nose is too long,

You are certainly wrong!'

That remarkable Man with a nose.

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There was an Old Person whose habits,

Induced him to feed upon rabbits;

When he'd eaten eighteen,

He turned perfectly green,

Upon which he relinquished those habits.

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There was Old Man in a pew,

Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;

But he tore it in pieces

To give to his nieces,

That cheerful Old Man in a pew.

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There was an Old Man at a casement,

Who held up his hands in amazement;

When they said, 'Sir, you'll fall!'

He replied, 'Not at all!'

That incipient Old Man at a casement.

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There was an Old Man of the coast,

Who placidly sat on a post;

But when it was cold

He relinquished his hold

And called for some hot buttered toast.

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What a wise old man

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There was an Old Man with a owl,

Who continued to bother and howl;

He sat on a rail

And imbibed bitter ale,

Which refreshed that Old Man and his owl.

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There was an Old Man, on whose nose,

Most birds of the air could repose;

But they all flew away

At the closing of day,

Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.

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Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,

'Good gracious! how you hop!

Over the fields and the water too,

As if you never would stop!

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My life is a bore in this nasty pond,

And I long to go out in the world beyond!

I wish I could hop like you!'

Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

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'Please give me a ride on your back!'

Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but 'Quack',

The whole of the long day through!

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And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,

Over the land, and over the sea;

Please take me a ride! O do!'

Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.