The Dykes by Rudyard Kipling We have no heart for the fishing – we have no hand for the oar – All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us no more. All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny – There is no proof in […]
Monthly Archives: January 2011
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Islamia is burning. People who have suffered under kleptocratic dictators for decades are rising up and throwing the bums out. Autocrats all across the Mid-east are packing their bags, fueling their private jets, and gathering all of their bank papers, to be ready for the tidal wave that started in Tunisia and is […]
The Lay of the Last Minstrel [excerpt] by Walter Scott
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored , and unsung.
The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. We […]
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MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T.P.Cameron Wilson The magpies in Picardy Are more than I can tell. They flicker down the dusty roads And cast a magic spell On the men who march through Picardy, Through Picardy to hell. (The blackbird flies with panic, The […]
You Never Can Tell by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
You never can tell when you send a word
Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind
Just where it may chance to go.
It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,
Tipped with its poison or balm,
To a stranger’s heart in life’s great mart
It may carry its pain or its calm
You never can tell when you do an act
Just what the result will be
But with every deed you are sowing a seed,
Though the harvest you may not see
Each kindly act is an acorn dropped
In God’s productive soil;
You may not know, but the tree shall grow
With shelter for those who toil.
You never can tell what your thoughts will do
In bringing you hate or love,
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe-
Each thing must create its kind,
And they speed o’er the track to bring you back
Whatever went out from your mind.
Fate by Susan Marr Spalding
TWO SHALL BE BORN,the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues and have no thought
Each of the other’s being, and no heed;
And these, o’er unknown seas, to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death;
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each wandering step to this one end–
That one day out of darkness they shall meet
And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes.
And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that, should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face,
And yet, with wistful eyes that never meet,
And groping hands that never clasp, and lips
Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days
And die unsatisfied- and this is Fate!
MEMORY by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour–
‘Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue moon in May–
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then , pausing here, set down its load
Of pine scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
After the burial-parties leave
And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyaenas come out at eve
To take account of our dead
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At the Avenue of the Americas, in Manhattan, New York City, there is a billboard sized electronic display called-The National Debt Clock. It shows a running total of the national debt of the United States and each citizens share of that debt. It currently stands at around 14 trillion dollars and counting. That is a […]
My mother is the oldest of ten kids born to a sharecropper and his wife. She has a rich store of memories and stories of growing up in the fields of east Texas during the Great Depression. She tells of moving from Oklahoma in a covered farm wagon, because they could not afford a car;hoeing corn, chopping cotton, […]
The Sack of the Gods by Rudyard Kipling STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow, Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! Ever […]
Around the Corner by Charles Hanson Towne Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, […]
Memory by Helen Hoyt
I can remember our sorrow, I can remember our laughter;
I know that surely we kissed and cried and ate together;
I remember our places and games, and plans we had-
The little house and how all came to nought-
But I cannot remember our love,
I cannot remember our love.
I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve,
And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave,
The Question by Rudyard Kipling Brethren, how shall it fare with me When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died? If it be proven that all my good, And the greater good I will make, Were purchased me by a multitude Who suffered […]
And by what witchery in the western hills
A throne stands empty for a thousand years.
The House with Nobody In It by Joyce Kilmer Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black. I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute And look at the house, the tragic house, the […]
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
From his first love, no matter who she be.
Rudyard Kipling It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to say: — “We invaded you last night–we are quite prepared to fight, Unless you pay us cash to go away.” And that is called asking for Dane-geld, And the people who ask it explain […]