While most people played down to the stereotype of flailing nerds, the guy wearing the full fursuit pulled the equivalent of LeBron dunking on children by almost singlehandedly winning a game, although unlike LeBron, he then had to run inside to chug several liters of water, because it turns out that hot, stifling fursuits don't make for the best athletic gear. I was drafted into the next game, and in a highlight unlikely to make SportsCenter, was almost immediately slammed into the pavement by an overzealous man wearing a tail who apparently had a lot of high school gym class issues to work through.
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Thus was the evening passed. Anon the bell from the belfryRang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightwayRose the guests and departed; and silence reigned in the household.Many a farewell word and sweet good-night on the door-stepLingered long in Evangeline's heart, and filled it with gladness.Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth-stone,And on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the farmer.Soon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline followed.Up the staircase moved a luminous space in the darkness,Lighted less by the lamp than the shining face of the maiden.Silent she passed the hall, and entered the door of her chamber.Simple that chamber was, with its curtains of white, and its clothes-pressAmple and high, on whose spacious shelves were carefully foldedLinen and woollen stuffs, by the hand of Evangeline woven.This was the precious dower she would bring to her husband in marriage,Better than flocks and herds, being proofs of her skill as a housewife.Soon she extinguished her lamp, for the mellow and radiant moonlightStreamed through the windows, and lighted the room, till the heart of the maidenSwelled and obeyed its power, like the tremulous tides of the ocean.Ah! she was fair, exceeding fair to behold, as she stood withNaked snow-white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber!Little she dreamed that below, among the trees of the orchard,Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow.Yet were her thoughts of him, and at times a feeling of sadnessPassed o'er her soul, as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlightFlitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment.And, as she gazed from the window, she saw serenely the moon passForth from the folds of a cloud, and one star follow her footsteps,As out of Abraham's tent young Ishmael wandered with Hagar!
Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,the ships, with their wavering shadows, were riding at anchor.Life had long been astir in the village, and clamorous laborKnocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning.Now from the country around, from the farms and neighboring hamlets,Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants.Many a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh from the young folkMade the bright air brighter, as up from the numerous meadows,Where no path could be seen but the track of wheels in the greensward,Group after group appeared, and joined, or passed on the highway.Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced.Thronged were the streets with people; and noisy groups at the house-doorsSat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gossiped together.Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted;For with this simple people, who lived like brothers together,All things were held in common, and what one had was another's.Yet under Benedict's roof hospitality seemed more abundant:For Evangeline stood among the guests of her father;Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and gladnessFell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it.
Thus ere another noon they emerged from the shades; and before themLay, in the golden sun, the lakes of the Atchafalaya.Water-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulationsMade by the passing oars, and, resplendent in beauty, the lotusLifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen.Faint was the air with the odorous breath of magnolia blossoms,And with the heat of noon; and numberless sylvan islands,Fragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming hedges of roses,Near to whose shores they glided along, invited to slumber.Soon by the fairest of these their weary oars were suspended.Under the boughs of Wachita willows, that grew by the margin,Safely their boat was moored; and scattered about on the greensward,Tired with their midnight toil, the weary travellers slumbered.Over them vast and high extended the cope of a cedar.Swinging from its great arms, the trumpet-flower and the grapevineHung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob,On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending,Were the swift humming-birds, that flitted from blossom to blossom.Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered beneath it.Filled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an opening heavenLighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.
Pele, a blue and gold macaw, is part of the zoo's Wild Life Live show. He was hatched in 2000 and arrived at the zoo in 2004. During the show, Pele laughs, waves, shakes hands and falls backward on command. Like Pele, all blue and gold macaws are intelligent birds. They show emotions or intentions by cocking their heads, vocalizing, flashing their eyes (by a voluntary constriction of the pupils) and blushing. They also use fluffing of the feathers, raising the wings, prancing, bowing, shaking their tail feathers, and head bobbing as forms of communication.
We've gotten glimpses of what life was like for Eleven in the Hawkins lab, but never a detailed accounting of the experiments that turned her superhuman. Now, four seasons into the series, it's time we get a genuine grasp on just what she and "Papa" Brenner were up to in those sad, sterile halls. He's back, by the way, and not just in flashback. The scars on his face prove that he is very much alive, having survived his encounter with season 1's demogorgon.
It is risky enough to blast a sports car along a track at speeds up to 180 m.p.h. But in a boat, it borders on the suicidal. Powered by supercharged 2,000-h.p. engines, the big, unlimited-class hydroplanes just about flytouching the water only with the propeller and two sponsons each the size of a water ski. A patch of rough water can send a boat somersaulting to destruction, and woe to the hapless driver who gets caught behind a rival's arcing 30-ft.-high rooster-tail wake. Last week, as 200,000 boat-racing buffs lined the shores of Seattle's... To continue reading: responsiveAd(className: "subscribe-link",ads: [type: "desktop",size: "142x70",cm: position: "subscribebtn", type: "text",type: "tablet",size: "142x70",cm: position: "subscribebtn", type: "text",// Mobile 300type: "mobile",size: "142x70",config: zone: "219200",site: "28275",size_x: "142", size_y: "70",type: "-1"]); or Log-In
XXIV.Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened!Oh! dome displeasing unto British eye!With diadem hight foolscap, lo! a fiend,A little fiend that scoffs incessantly,There sits in parchment robe arrayed, and byHis side is hung a seal and sable scroll,Where blazoned glare names known to chivalry,And sundry signatures adorn the roll,Whereat the urchin points, and laughs with all his soul.
XLV.He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall findThe loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;He who surpasses or subdues mankind,Must look down on the hate of those below.Though high ABOVE the sun of glory glow,And far BENEATH the earth and ocean spread,ROUND him are icy rocks, and loudly blowContending tempests on his naked head,And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
XLVII.And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind,Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd,All tenantless, save to the crannying wind,Or holding dark communion with the cloud.There was a day when they were young and proud,Banners on high, and battles passed below;But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,And those which waved are shredless dust ere now,And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.
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