Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
REturn my dearest Lord, at length return, Let me no longer your sad absence mourn, Ilium in Dust, does no ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
One man's death though somewhat cathartic yet bringing the pain the loss back to the forefront One man's death hardly ...
Easy with a demon putting a face on evil calling out bin Laden the leader of al Qaeda But now ...
Do we mourn even for the death of evil of a person bent on our destruction How can we be ...
A sense of vindication of closure for the loss not joy in the killing in the taking of a life ...
A quiet resolve a sense of some closure; but the pain still there our innocence gone Without cheering no joy ...
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
Victory over evil in the cries of war the terrorist brought down but may we not gloat Not like the ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can't even say mama, and the dogs run by ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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