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Video editing used to be a long and complicated process, but today recording and editing a short video with your Smartphone is as easy as taking a selfie. A growing number of apps also offer royalty free music so their users can create perfect lip-sync videos. These apps enable you to be a part of a community of short music video creators and to produce entertaining videos in which you dance and sing to your favorite songs.




Let 's Dance in hindi pdf torrent



Focus on your performance and let the app do the rest for you. You can dance, sing or act goofy in your music videos and Triller will edit your videos automatically. If you want, you can also use the app's trim or cut tools to remove any part of the video clip you don't like. The only downside is that music videos you record with Triller can't last longer than 30 seconds.


This unique platform enables music video creators to battle with other creators or participate in dance contests and earn stars. There are thousands of songs and movie excerpts to choose from, so you can just pick a song you like and use the app's lip-sync and dance mechanics to make incredible videos.


Comus. The Star that bids the Shepherd fold,Now the top of Heav'n doth hold,And the gilded Car of Day, [ 95 ]His glowing Axle doth allayIn the steep Atlantick stream,And the slope Sun his upward beamShoots against the dusky Pole,Pacing toward the other gole [ 100 ]Of his Chamber in the East.Mean while welcom Joy, and Feast,Midnight shout, and revelry,Tipsie dance and Jollity.Braid your Locks with rosie Twine [ 105 ]Dropping odours, dropping Wine.Rigor now is gone to bed,And Advice with scrupulous head,Strict Age, and sowre Severity,With their grave Saws in slumber ly. [ 110 ]We that are of purer fireImitate the Starry Quire,Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears,Lead in swift round the Months and Years.The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove [ 115 ]Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move,And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves,Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim,The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim, [ 120 ]Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:What hath night to do with sleep?Night hath better sweets to prove,Venus now wakes, and wak'ns Love.Com let us our rights begin, [ 125 ]Tis onely day-light that makes Sin,Which these dun shades will ne're report.Hail Goddesse of Nocturnal sportDark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flameOf mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame [ 130 ]That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woomOf Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,And makes one blot of all the ayr,Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair,Wherin thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend [ 135 ]Us thy vow'd Priests, till utmost endOf all thy dues be done, and none left out,Ere the blabbing Eastern scout,The nice Morn on th' Indian steepFrom her cabin'd loop hole peep, [ 140 ]And to the tel-tale Sun discryOur conceal'd Solemnity.Com, knit hands, and beat the ground,In a light fantastick round.


Co. Why are you vext, Lady? why do you frown?Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gatesSorrow flies farr: See here be all the pleasuresThat fancy can beget on youthful thoughts,When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns [ 670 ]Brisk as the April buds in Primrose-season.And first behold this cordial Julep hereThat flames, and dances in his crystal boundsWith spirits of balm, and fragrant Syrops mixt.Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone, [ 675 ]In Egypt gave to Jove-born HelenaIs of such power to stir up joy as this,To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.Why should you be so cruel to your self,And to those dainty limms which nature lent [ 680 ]For gentle usage, and soft delicacy?But you invert the cov'nants of her trust,And harshly deal like an ill borrowerWith that which you receiv'd on other terms,Scorning the unexempt condition [ 685 ]By which all mortal frailty must subsist,Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,That have been tir'd all day without repast,And timely rest have wanted, but fair VirginThis will restore all soon. [ 690 ]


La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lipsIn this unhallow'd air, but that this JuglerWould think to charm my judgement, as mine eyes,Obtruding false rules pranckt in reasons garb.I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, [ 760 ]And vertue has no tongue to check her pride:Impostor do not charge most innocent nature,As if she would her children should be riotousWith her abundance, she good cateressMeans her provision onely to the good [ 765 ]That live according to her sober laws,And holy dictate of spare Temperance:If every just man that now pines with wantHad but a moderate and beseeming shareOf that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury [ 770 ]Now heaps upon som few with vast excess,Natures full blessings would be well dispenc'tIn unsuperfluous eeven proportion,And she no whit encomber'd with her store,And then the giver would be better thank't, [ 775 ]His praise due paid, for swinish gluttonyNe're looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,But with besotted base ingratitudeCramms, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?Or have I said anough? To him that dares [ 780 ]Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous wordsAgainst the Sun-clad power of Chastity,Fain would I somthing say, yet to what end?Thou hast nor Eare nor Soul to apprehendThe sublime notion, and high mystery [ 785 ]That must be utter'd to unfold the sageAnd serious doctrine of Virginity,And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not knowMore happines then this thy present lot.Enjoy your deer Wit, and gay Rhetorick [ 790 ]That hath so well been taught her dazling fence,Thou art not fit to hear thy self convinc't;Yet should I try, the uncontrouled worthOf this pure cause would kindle my rap't spiritsTo such a flame of sacred vehemence, [ 795 ]That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize,And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and shake,Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high,Were shatter'd into heaps o're thy false head.


Spir. Virgin, daughter of LocrineSprung of old Anchises line,May thy brimmed waves for thisTheir full tribute never miss [ 925 ]From a thousand petty rills,That tumble down the snowy hills:Summer drouth, or singed airNever scorch thy tresses fair,Nor wet Octobers torrent flood [ 930 ]Thy molten crystal fill with mudd;May thy billows rowl ashoarThe beryl, and the golden ore,May thy lofty head be crown'dWith many a tower and terrass round, [ 935 ]And here and there thy banks uponWith Groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.Com Lady while Heaven lends us grace,Let us fly this cursed place,Lest the Sorcerer us intice [ 940 ]With som other new device.Not a waste, or needless soundTill we com to holier ground,I shall be your faithfull guideThrough this gloomy covert wide, [ 945 ]And not many furlongs thenceIs your Fathers residence,Where this night are met in stateMany a friend to gratulateHis wish't presence, and beside [ 950 ]All the Swains that there abide,With Jiggs, and rural dance resort,We shall catch them at their sport,And our sudden coming thereWill double all their mirth and chere; [ 955 ]Com let us haste, the Stars grow high,But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. 350c69d7ab


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