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11-18-2006, 06:02 PM | #61 |
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Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. --Tennyson. |
11-18-2006, 06:15 PM | #62 |
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"Sea-Fever"
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. By John Masefield (1878-1967). (English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.) |
11-21-2006, 06:14 PM | #63 |
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different folk
I Keep six honest serving-men:
(They taught me all I knew) Their names are What and Where and When And How and Why and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west; But after they have worked for me, I give them all a rest. I let them rest from nine till five. For I am busy then, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men: But different folk have different views: I know a person small— She keeps ten million serving-men, Who get no rest at all! She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs, From the second she opens her eyes— One million Hows, two million Wheres, And seven million Whys! rudyard kipling |
11-22-2006, 05:40 PM | #64 |
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Hello RB.com, another lurker signing up. I think many of us can relate to this.
For a child with no means, But a smile as a defence, There isn't a thing I can say to you, My courage has been spent. By the fire we sit aside, As happy families do, But unable to talk, to reveal something, That I want to say to you. How do I discuss, release, That love is different to me, It's not cuddles, kisses and hearts, But chains, wax and whipped cream? |
11-26-2006, 07:22 PM | #65 |
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Yeah, De Pluribus Unum to you too.
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