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HELLO,MY DEAR FRIENDS!

TODAY WE ARE HAVING:

1.  A TEXT OF A SONG: ROBBIE WILLIAMS  "FEEL"

2.  NEW IDIOMS.

3.  A POEM 'FLOWER OF LOVE'  BY OSCAR WILDE

4.  QUOTES AND PROVERBS.

5.  OUR PENFRIENDS CLUB.

1. Robbie Williams "Feel" 
Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
not sure I understand,
this role I've been given.

I sit and talk to God
and he just laughs at my plans,
my head speaks a language, I don't understand.

(Chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
fill the home that I live in.
'Cause I got too much life,
running through my veins, going to waste.

I dont wanna die, 
but I aint keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I'm preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
that's why I keep on running.
Before I've arrived, I can see myself coming.

(Chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
fill the home that I live in.
'Cause I got too much life,
running through my veins, going to waste.

and I need to feel, real love 
and a love ever after.
I cannot get enough.

(Instrumental)

(Chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
fill the home that I live in,
I got too much love, 
running through my veins,  to go to waste.

I just wanna feel real love,
and a love ever after
There's a hole in my soul,
you can see it in my face, its a real big place.

(Instrumental)

Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
not sure I understand,
this role I've been given

not sure I understand.
not sure I understand.
not sure I understand.
not sure I understand.
2.Idioms:

 give someone the green light

     - give permission to go ahead with a project

 in the long run

     - in the final result

 mean business

     - be serious

 lose one`s shirt

     - lose all or most of one`s money

 kangaroo court

     - a self-appointed group that decides what to do to someone who is supposed to have done wrong.

 let the cat out of the bag

     - tell something that is supposed to be a secret

 saddled with debt

     - burdened with debt

 big cheese

     - an important person, a leader


3. Oscar Wilde "Flower of Love"

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault
was, had I not been made of common clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed
yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had
struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled
with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the
kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on
that verdant and enamelled mead.

I had trod the road which Dante treading saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine.

And the mighty nations would have crowned
me, who am crownless now and without name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling
on the threshold of the House of Fame.

I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.

Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out
the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead,
clasped the hand of noble love in mine.

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms
brush the burnished bosom of the dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would
have read the story of our love;

Would have read the legend of my passion,
known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as
we two are fated now to part.

For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the cankerworm of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.

Yet I am not sorry that I loved you - ah!
what else had I a boy to do, -
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the
silent-footed years pursue.

Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and
when once the storm of youth is past,
Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death
the silent pilot comes at last.

And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.

Ah! what else had I to do but love you?
God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an
argent lily from the sea.

I have made my choice, have lived my
poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days,
I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better
than the poet's crown of bays.
             

4.Quotes and Proverbs:

Happiness is a direction,not a place. - Sidney J. Harris


The time to be happy is now,the place to be happy is here. - Robert Ingersoll


People who work sitting down get paid more than people who work standing up. - Odgen Nash

 

6.OUR PENFRIENDS CLUB.
PEOPLE,WHO WOULD LIKE TO EXERCISE ENGLISH,TO WRITE LETTERS TO EACH OTHER ARE WELCOMED. LET'S MAKE AN ENGLISH PENFRIENDS' CLUB TOGETHER,WHERE WE COULD DISCUSS DIFFERENT SUBJECTS AND MAKE FRIENDS. DON'T BE SHY, JUST E-MAIL ME, ALL LETTERS WILL BE PUBLISHED.
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