Markov Chains Book 2

Extension

Strings! Choose and option!

Shakespearean Sonnets

shall i compare thee to a summer's day thou art more lovely and more temperate rough winds do shake the darling buds of may and summer's lease hath all too short a date sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines and often is his gold complexion dimmed and every fair from fair sometime declines by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed but thy eternal summer shall not fade nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st so long as men can breathe or eyes can see so long lives this and this gives life to thee when most i wink then do mine eyes best see for all the day they view things unrespected but when i sleep in dreams they look on thee and darkly bright are bright in dark directed then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright how would thy shadow's form form happy show to the clear day with thy much clearer light when to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! how would i say mine eyes be blessed made by looking on thee in the living day when in dead night thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! all days are nights to see till i see thee and nights bright days when dreams do show thee me but wherefore do not you a mightier way make war upon this bloody tyrant time and fortify your self in your decay with means more blessed than my barren rhyme now stand you on the top of happy hours and many maiden gardens yet unset with virtuous wish would bear you living flowers much liker than your painted counterfeit so should the lines of life that life repair which this time's pencil or my pupil pen neither in inward worth nor outward fair can make you live your self in eyes of men to give away yourself keeps yourself still and you must live drawn by your own sweet skill

An extra from the The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore

While I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping

As of some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber door

Tis some visitor I muttered tapping at my chamber door

Only this and nothing more

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor

Eagerly I wished the morrow vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost Lenore

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore

Nameless here for evermore

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before

So that now, to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating

Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

This it is and nothing more

Green Eggs and Ham!

i am sam sam i am that sam-i-am that sam-i-am i do not like that sam-i-am do you like green eggs and ham i do not like them sam-i-am i do not like green eggs and ham would you like them here or there i would not like them here or there i would not like them anywhere i do not like green eggs and ham i do not like them sam-i-am would you like them in a house would you like them with a mouse i do not like them in a house i do not like them with a mouse i do not like them here or there i do not like them anywhere i do not like green eggs and ham i do not like them sam-i-am would you eat them in a box would you eat them with a fox not in a box not with a fox not in a house not with a mouse i would not eat them here or there i would not eat them anywhere i would not eat green eggs and ham i do not like them sam-i-am