The yellowfog that rubsits back uponthe window-panes”Like apaitentetherizedupon thetable“You tossed a blanketfrom the bed, / Youlay upon your back,and waited; / Youdozed, and watchedthe night revealing“And newspapersfrom vacant lots; /The showers beat/ On broken blindsand chimney-pots,“A cold coming we hadof it, / Just the worsttime of the year/ For a journey, andsuch a long journey: /The ways deep andthe weather sharp, /The very dead ofwinter.” The citieshostile andthe townsunfriendly”“I havemeasuredout my lifewith coffeespoons”A cold coming we hadof it, / Just the worsttime of the year/ For a journey, andsuch a long journey: /The ways deep andthe weather sharp, /The very dead ofwinter.” The thousand sordidimages / Of whichyour soul wasconstituted; / Theyflickered against theceiling.”“The street lampsaid, “Regard thatwoman / Whohesitates towardsyou in the light ofthe door”“No! I am notPrince Hamlet, norwas meant to be;Am an attendantlord, one that willdo” “I do not think that they willsing to me…. We havelingered in the chambers ofthe sea / By sea-girlswreathed with seaweed redand brown/ Till human voices wakeus, and we drown.” “Life is very long /Between thedesire / And thespasm / Betweenthe potency / Andthe existenceEvery streetlamp that Ipass / Beatslike a fatalisticdrum,”“There will be time,there will be time / Toprepare a face tomeet the faces thatyou meet; / There willbe time to murderand create,”The burnt-out endsof smokydays”The moonhas losthermemory.”You had sucha vision of thestreet / As thestreet hardlyunderstands;”“In the roomthe womencome and go /Talking ofMichelangelo.”“S’io credesse che miarisposta fosse / A personache mai tornasse almondo, / Questa flammastaria senza piu scosse. /Ma percioche giammai diquesto Fondo / Non tornovivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, /Senza tema d’infamia tirispondo.”“For Thineis theKingdom”Six o’clock”,“At four andfive and sixo’clock”The lasttwist ofthe knife”“In this last ofmeeting places / Wegrope together / Andavoid speech/ Gathered on thisbeach of the tumidriver” A cold coming we hadof it, / Just the worsttime of the year/ For a journey, andsuch a long journey: /The ways deep andthe weather sharp, /The very dead ofwinter.” “His soulstretchedtight acrossthe skies”The yellowfog that rubsits back uponthe window-panes”Like apaitentetherizedupon thetable“You tossed a blanketfrom the bed, / Youlay upon your back,and waited; / Youdozed, and watchedthe night revealing“And newspapersfrom vacant lots; /The showers beat/ On broken blindsand chimney-pots,“A cold coming we hadof it, / Just the worsttime of the year/ For a journey, andsuch a long journey: /The ways deep andthe weather sharp, /The very dead ofwinter.” The citieshostile andthe townsunfriendly”“I havemeasuredout my lifewith coffeespoons”A cold coming we hadof it, / Just the worsttime of the year/ For a journey, andsuch a long journey: /The ways deep andthe weather sharp, /The very dead ofwinter.” The thousand sordidimages / Of whichyour soul wasconstituted; / Theyflickered against theceiling.”“The street lampsaid, “Regard thatwoman / Whohesitates towardsyou in the light ofthe door”“No! I am notPrince Hamlet, norwas meant to be;Am an attendantlord, one that willdo” “I do not think that they willsing to me…. We havelingered in the chambers ofthe sea / By sea-girlswreathed with seaweed redand brown/ Till human voices wakeus, and we drown.” “Life is very long /Between thedesire / And thespasm / Betweenthe potency / Andthe existenceEvery streetlamp that Ipass / Beatslike a fatalisticdrum,”“There will be time,there will be time / Toprepare a face tomeet the faces thatyou meet; / There willbe time to murderand create,”The burnt-out endsof smokydays”The moonhas losthermemory.”You had sucha vision of thestreet / As thestreet hardlyunderstands;”“In the roomthe womencome and go /Talking ofMichelangelo.”“S’io credesse che miarisposta fosse / A personache mai tornasse almondo, / Questa flammastaria senza piu scosse. /Ma percioche giammai diquesto Fondo / Non tornovivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, /Senza tema d’infamia tirispondo.”“For Thineis theKingdom”Six o’clock”,“At four andfive and sixo’clock”The lasttwist ofthe knife”“In this last ofmeeting places / Wegrope together / Andavoid speech/ Gathered on thisbeach of the tumidriver” A cold coming we hadof it, / Just the worsttime of the year/ For a journey, andsuch a long journey: /The ways deep andthe weather sharp, /The very dead ofwinter.” “His soulstretchedtight acrossthe skies”

HSC QUOTE BINGO - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes”
  2. Like a paitent etherized upon the table
  3. “You tossed a blanket from the bed, / You lay upon your back, and waited; / You dozed, and watched the night revealing“
  4. And newspapers from vacant lots; / The showers beat / On broken blinds and chimney-pots,“
  5. A cold coming we had of it, / Just the worst time of the year / For a journey, and such a long journey: / The ways deep and the weather sharp, / The very dead of winter.”
  6. The cities hostile and the towns unfriendly”
  7. “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons”
  8. A cold coming we had of it, / Just the worst time of the year / For a journey, and such a long journey: / The ways deep and the weather sharp, / The very dead of winter.”
  9. The thousand sordid images / Of which your soul was constituted; / They flickered against the ceiling.”
  10. “The street lamp said, “Regard that woman / Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door”
  11. “No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do”
  12. “I do not think that they will sing to me…. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
  13. “Life is very long / Between the desire / And the spasm / Between the potency / And the existence
  14. Every street lamp that I pass / Beats like a fatalistic drum,”
  15. “There will be time, there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; / There will be time to murder and create,”
  16. The burnt-out ends of smoky days”
  17. The moon has lost her memory.”
  18. You had such a vision of the street / As the street hardly understands;”
  19. “In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo.”
  20. “S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse / A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, / Questa flamma staria senza piu scosse. / Ma percioche giammai di questo Fondo / Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, / Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.”
  21. “For Thine is the Kingdom”
  22. Six o’clock”, “At four and five and six o’clock”
  23. The last twist of the knife”
  24. “In this last of meeting places / We grope together / And avoid speech / Gathered on this beach of the tumid river”
  25. A cold coming we had of it, / Just the worst time of the year / For a journey, and such a long journey: / The ways deep and the weather sharp, / The very dead of winter.”
  26. “His soul stretched tight across the skies”