Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Lucy
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,
And when I cross'd the Wild,
I chanc'd to see at break of day
The solitary Child.
No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wild Moor,
The sweetest Thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!
You yet may spy the Fawn at play,
The Hare upon the Green;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.
"To-night will be a stormy night,
You to the Town must go,
And take a lantern, Child, to light
Your Mother thro' the snow."
"That, Father! will I gladly do;
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The Minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the Moon."
At this the Father rais'd his hook
And snapp'd a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.
Not blither is the mountain roe,
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow
That rises up like smoke.
The storm came on before its time,
She wander'd up and down,
And many a hill did Lucy climb
But never reach'd the Town.
The wretched Parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide.
At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlook'd the Moor;
And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood
A furlong from their door.
And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd
"In Heaven we all shall meet!"
When in the snow the Mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet.
Then downward from the steep hill's edge
They track'd the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn-hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;
And then an open field they cross'd,
The marks were still the same;
They track'd them on, nor ever lost,
And to the Bridge they came.
They follow'd from the snowy bank
The footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank,
And further there were none.
Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child,
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.
And when I cross'd the Wild,
I chanc'd to see at break of day
The solitary Child.
No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wild Moor,
The sweetest Thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!
You yet may spy the Fawn at play,
The Hare upon the Green;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.
"To-night will be a stormy night,
You to the Town must go,
And take a lantern, Child, to light
Your Mother thro' the snow."
"That, Father! will I gladly do;
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The Minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the Moon."
At this the Father rais'd his hook
And snapp'd a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.
Not blither is the mountain roe,
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow
That rises up like smoke.
The storm came on before its time,
She wander'd up and down,
And many a hill did Lucy climb
But never reach'd the Town.
The wretched Parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide.
At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlook'd the Moor;
And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood
A furlong from their door.
And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd
"In Heaven we all shall meet!"
When in the snow the Mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet.
Then downward from the steep hill's edge
They track'd the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn-hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;
And then an open field they cross'd,
The marks were still the same;
They track'd them on, nor ever lost,
And to the Bridge they came.
They follow'd from the snowy bank
The footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank,
And further there were none.
Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child,
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.
Monday, January 20, 2020
restrictions.
We humans are programmed to grow stronger, faster, and smarter; to climb higher, live longer, and populate every last inch of real estate. We’ve toppled scores of world records over the past few decades, but how much more progress can we make? No matter how we enhance our natural capabilities, our potential is bound by certain scientific principles—laws of physics, biomechanics, and thermodynamics—that don’t yield to human ambition. We asked scientists to define where, exactly, those boundaries lie, and to provide some take-home tips that’ll help you stretch your own potential.
Heaviest We Can Get: 1,400 Pounds
Fastest We Can Run: 10.5 Meters Per Second
Most Weight We Can Lift: 1,000 Pounds
Hardest We Can Punch: 4,741 Newtons
Tallest We Can Grow: 8 Feet 11.1 Inches
Keenest Our Ears Can Hear: 100,000 Hertz
Most We Can Remember: 1 Million Gigabytes
Smartest We Can Get: IQ of 198
Most Colors Our Eyes Can See: 1 Million
Most Friends We Can Have: 150 Friends
Longest We Can Go Without Food: 382 Days
Deepest We Can Dive: 214 Meters
Highest We Can Climb Without Extra Oxygen: 29,029 Feet
Longest We Can Go Without Sleep: 11 Days
Oldest We Can Live: 122 Years
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mukunda
- Achyutham Kesavam Rama-Narayanam Krishna-Damodaram Vasudevam Harim;
Sreedharam Madhavam Gopikavallabham Janakee-Nayakam Ramachandram Bhaje - Achyutham Keshavam Satyabhamadhavam Madhavam Sreedharam Radhikaradhikam;
Indiramandiram Chetasa Sundaram Devakee-Nandanam Nandajam Sandadhe - Vishnave Jishnave Sankhine Chakrine Rukmineeragine Janakeejanaye;
Vallaveevallabha Yarchitayatmane Kamsavidhvamsine Vamsine Te Namah - Krishna Govinda he Rama Narayana Sreepate Vasudevajite Sreenidhe;
Achyutananta he Madhavadhokshaja Dvarakanayaka Draupadee-Rakshakaa - Rakshasakshobhitah Seetayah Shobhito Dandakaranya Bhoopunyata Karanah;
Lakshmanenanvito Vanariah Sevito Agastyasampoojito Raghavah Patumam - Dhenukarishtaka Nishtakriddveshinam Keshiha Kamsahridvamshiko vadakah;
Poothanakopakah Soorajakhelano Bala-Gopalakah Patu mam Sarvada - Vidyududyotavan Prasphuradvasasam Pravridambhodavat Prollasavigraham;
Vanyaya Malaya Shobitorasthalam Lohitanghridvayam Varijaksham Bhaje - Kunchitaih Kuntalairbhrajamananam Ratnamaulim Lasatkundalam Gandayoh;
Harakeyoorakam Kankanaprojjvalam Kinkineemanjulam Shyamalam Tam Bhaje - Achyuta syastakam Yah Pathedistadam Prematah Pratyaham Purushah Saspruham;
Vrittatah Sundaram Kartrivisvambharas Tasya Vasyo Harirjayate Satvaram
- Rishikesha – Lord of all the senses
- Keshava – The one who has long black matted hair
- Murlimanohar – He one who looks beautiful with a flute
- Ranchod – The one who runs away from the battlefield
- Gopala – Cowherd
- Dwarkadheesh – The lord of dwarka
- Nandakumara – The son of nanda
- Madhusudan – The slayer of the demon Madhu
- Navnitachora – The stealer of butter
- Parthasarathi – The charioteer of Partha
- Madhava – The one from the yadava race
- Yadhunandana – Son of the yadu dynasty
- Gopinatha – Lord of the gopis
- Nandalal – Beloved of nanda
- Radhaavallabha – Lover of radha
- Yogeshwara – The lord of the yogi
- Bhaktavatsara – One who uplifts his devotees
- Giridhari – He who lifted a hill (Govardhana hill)
- Panduranga – The white lord of pandharpur
- Govinda – One who pleases the cows
- Vishwakarma – Creator of the universe vishwamurti
- Shyamasundara – Black and beautiful
- Vasudeva – Son of vasudevas
- Mukunda – He who gives liberation
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