To Althea, from Prison
WHEN Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fetter’d to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses […]
Archive for December, 2005
Richard Lovelace
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31 December 2005 |
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Don Paterson
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30 December 2005 |
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In my adult life, the time I have actually lived inside the present moment would amount to no more than a single day. If only I could have lived it as a single day; it would have thrown its light into all the others, like a brazier in a dark arcade. Instead I find my […]
In my adult life, the time I have actually lived inside the present moment would amount to no more than a single day. If only I could have lived it as a single day; it would have thrown its light into all the others, like a brazier in a dark arcade. Instead I find my […]
Ben Hecht
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29 December 2005 |
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Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.
Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.
Robert Frost
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28 December 2005 |
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Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Lewis Carroll
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27 December 2005 |
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It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward.
Abraham Lincoln
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26 December 2005 |
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Whatever you be, be a good one.
Whatever you be, be a good one.
John Shea
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25 December 2005 |
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She was five and sure of the facts, and recited them with slow solemnity, convinced that every word was revelation.
She said, “they were so poor, they only had one peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat, and they went a long way from home, without getting lost.
The lady rode on a donkey and […]
She was five and sure of the facts, and recited them with slow solemnity, convinced that every word was revelation.
She said, “they were so poor, they only had one peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat, and they went a long way from home, without getting lost.
The lady rode on a donkey and […]
Victor Borge
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24 December 2005 |
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Santa Claus had the right idea, visit people once a year.
Santa Claus had the right idea, visit people once a year.
Nadia Boulanger
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23 December 2005 |
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Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of resistance. The history of liberty is a history of limitations of governmental power, not the increase of it.
Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of resistance. The history of liberty is a history of limitations of governmental power, not the increase of it.
Oscar Levant
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22 December 2005 |
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Happiness isn’t something you experience. It’s something you remember.
Happiness isn’t something you experience. It’s something you remember.
Humbert Wolfe
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21 December 2005 |
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The British Journalist
You cannot hope to bribe or twist
thank God! The British journalist.
But, seeing what the man will do
unbribed, theres no occasion to.
The British Journalist
You cannot hope to bribe or twist
thank God! The British journalist.
But, seeing what the man will do
unbribed, theres no occasion to.
Paul Dira
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20 December 2005 |
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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.