”T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until l die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: lt may be weContinue reading “ULYSSES, By A, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892”
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W. Shakespeare (Troilus & Cressida)
THE MAN HE KILLED By T. Hardy 1840 – 1928
HAD HE AND I BUT MET BY SOME OLD ANCIENT INN, WE SHOULD HAVE SAT US DOWN TO WET RIGHT MANY A BOTTLES. My Take is the Spirit of Neighbouring. Or perhaps in a Hospital Ward ?
Any Other How?
IDENTIFICATION
Irony , are you , Also named Fate ? The Queen, The king, But not before the Old queen . A son! THE PM, barely a Month ago, had warned the all ! Some of us might lost, Dear One, or Two. So be ware o’ the fiend. Blind Childish Fate , Treacherous lrony, PlayfulContinue reading “IDENTIFICATION”
W. Shakespeare (Troilus & Cressida)
“TIME HAVE, MY LORD, A WALLET @ HIS BACK, WHEREIN HE PUTS ALMS FOR OBLIVION, THOSE SCRAPS ARE GOOD DEEDS PAST; WHICH ARE DEVOURED AS FAST AS THEY ARE MADE, FORGOT AS SOON AS DONE: KEEPS HONOUR BRIGHT: TO HAVE DONE, IS TO HANG QUITE OUT OF FASHION,” (Thus for our sake, (DEDICATION & COURAGE)Continue reading “W. Shakespeare (Troilus & Cressida)”
W.Wordsworth 1770‐1850
Where are your books ? That light bequeathed, to bring else forlorn and blind! The eye it cannot choose,but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where’er they be, Against or with our will. Think you, ‘mid all this mighty sum Of things forever speaking, That nothing of itself will come,Continue reading “W.Wordsworth 1770‐1850”
A PSALM OF LIFE By H .W. Longfellow 1807-1882
Tell me not,in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.
