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brightpearl 09-16-2009 12:10 AM

In case y'all want to gear up for Saturday.

zero 09-22-2009 02:39 PM


Frieda 09-25-2009 06:37 AM

how was Greece?? :):)

YsaPur EsChomuw 09-25-2009 09:20 AM

^ Later. Now I've got clothes to wash etc. Maybe tomorrow.

Marcus Bales 09-26-2009 12:05 AM

The Isles of Greece
George Gordon, Lord Byron

The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Have found the fame your shores refuse:
Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west
Than your sires' "Islands of the Blest."

The mountains look on Marathon—
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dream'd that Greece might still be free;
For standing on the Persians' grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.

A king sate on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
And ships, by thousands, lay below,
And men in nations;—all were his!
He counted them at break of day—
And when the sun set, where were they?

And where are they? and where art thou,
My country? On thy voiceless shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now—
The heroic bosom beats no more!
And must thy lyre, so long divine,
Degenerate into hands like mine?

'Tis something in the dearth of fame,
Though link'd among a fetter'd race,
To feel at least a patriot's shame,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
For what is left the poet here?
For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear.

Must we but weep o'er days more blest?
Must we but blush?—Our fathers bled.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylæ!

What, silent still? and silent all?
Ah! no;—the voices of the dead
Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
And answer, 'Let one living head,
But one, arise,—we come, we come!'
'Tis but the living who are dumb.

In vain—in vain: strike other chords;
Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Scio's vine:
Hark! rising to the ignoble call—
How answers each bold Bacchanal!

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet;
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave—
Think ye he meant them for a slave?

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
We will not think of themes like these!
It made Anacreon's song divine:
He served—but served Polycrates—
A tyrant; but our masters then
Were still, at least, our countrymen.

The tyrant of the Chersonese
Was freedom's best and bravest friend;
That tyrant was Miltiades!
O that the present hour would lend
Another despot of the kind!
Such chains as his were sure to bind.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore,
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Doric mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, some seed is sown,
The Heracleidan blood might own.

Trust not for freedom to the Franks—
They have a king who buys and sells;
In native swords and native ranks
The only hope of courage dwells:
But Turkish force and Latin fraud
Would break your shield, however broad.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Our virgins dance beneath the shade—
I see their glorious black eyes shine;
But gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

brightpearl 09-26-2009 04:58 PM

Jacks,
I somehow missed until just now that you so recently lost a dog just like I lost my cat. :( I'm so sorry. I feel you.
Best,
Brightpearl

Jack Flanders 09-26-2009 06:15 PM

Thank you. It's a rough month. I'm sorry about your kitty cat. They become such an important part of your life. I have an 18 yr. old cat who is in the medium stage of dementia who is now hanging on to the screen door screaming at me to let her in and feed her. She wins!! :rolleyes:

MoJoRiSin 10-05-2009 07:41 PM

hey i know you could simply say that
the play is based on your interpretation of
1._______
2._______
3._______
4. The Book of Esther
5. The Little Prince
and other storie
Maybe that would work well enough

Brynn 10-06-2009 03:40 PM

Wow - never thought about the story of Esther in that story, but you're right! And of course, The Little Prince applies to just about everything, doesn't it? :)
Thanks, sweet woman. That put a big smile on my face.

MoJoRiSin 10-07-2009 11:57 AM

the theme for READ IN week in Canada is

For the 20th annual READ IN Week, the theme is Books are Windows On theWorld
/ Les livres … une fenêtre sur le monde.
- Helen E. Haines


and in America
READ IN week for teens October 18-24 the theme is
READ BEYOND REALITY

go figure

I am casting my vote for "Lad a Dog"
neither here nor there i know but my 2cents at any rate :)
OX L,Mo

trisherina 10-08-2009 01:15 AM

Thanks OX L, Mo for your kind attention to this matter.

I'll let you know how it goes...

YsaPur EsChomuw 10-08-2009 12:10 PM

zero, look:


zero 10-08-2009 04:46 PM

crikey that's some considerable effort & man hours that the rev. brendan powell smith has put in, and all his own work too. i imagine he's is a very nice chap indeed. i might invite join me for a TEATIME tomorrow or next week or the week after.

thank you ysa, for your kind assistance in this eccentricy.

-=zero

brightpearl 10-13-2009 11:10 AM

off it goes, then, and good riddance
;)

YsaPur EsChomuw 10-17-2009 03:39 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by MoJoRiSin (Post 416470)

Oh, and let's not forget about Kali, Moloch or Huitzilopochtli, either!









And I didn't mention his name. Most certainly I didn't, I'm not going to lose this argument. No. Don't tempt me. Note to myself: SUHT UP!


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