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Topic: Favourite Poems Of All Time
Posted: Tuesday, February 16, 2010 7:23:00 PM
by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

I have more but they don't come to mind at the moment....the wild honeysuckle, I sat belonely down a tree. the owl and the pussycat.


by: William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)

O him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourish'd thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings,
The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribb'd and ancient as the sun,--the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods; rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round all,
Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound
Save his own dashings--yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest: and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams

Topic: No greater injury can be done to any youth than to let him feel that because he belongs to this or that race he will be...
Posted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010 8:17:22 PM
I wish I'd known Mr Washington.
Topic: If You Had Only Known...
Posted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010 8:00:33 PM
My go back would be Finish college THEN get the same guy.

I'd try with all my might to remember my grandfather (I was less than 3 when he died)

My undo 1 decision........there are a lot, but at least I did it "my way"

Topic: Another Really Really Quick Question
Posted: Friday, January 29, 2010 11:21:32 PM
Duh been there read it, ignored it that time too.
Topic: What's your favorite kind of sandwich?
Posted: Sunday, January 24, 2010 4:06:06 PM
BLT on untoasted Sunbeam sandwich bread, Dukes Mayo. Sliced corner to corner and a dill pickle on the side.
Topic: 25 English Language Oddities
Posted: Wednesday, January 6, 2010 6:11:47 PM
I've been attempting Slovak for years and years. Pretty darned complicated. My mother's folks spoke it but she could only understand it , She never learned to speak it.
Topic: Did you know about Muhammad's treaty with Christians?
Posted: Sunday, January 3, 2010 2:13:02 AM
I have also hear this. Now tell the Muslims and they will have an excuse to have broken the law of the Koran.

Just as Christians and Jews are out there fighting the muslims and arabs in Palestine.
Topic: Selling house tips?
Posted: Sunday, January 3, 2010 2:10:54 AM
drew34 wrote:
The housing crisis will eventually worsen, but could I ask for some advice for my Dad and my Stepmom to sell their houses? People tell me the selling is slow in the winter. Is that true?

How old are they?
Topic: Selling house tips?
Posted: Sunday, January 3, 2010 2:10:22 AM
There is always the reverse mortgage. If their home is paid for, then they can ask for an appraisal and receive a certain amount of money each month against its equity. My house was only worth enough getting about 150 a month and to me it seems more secure to own the house outright than have to worry about a paltry sum out of its worth. At the death of the survivor of your parents the house is sold to recover plus some what the bank has sent in reverse mortgage.
Topic: What Beatle is your favorite and why?
Posted: Friday, January 1, 2010 5:31:55 PM
Mine is Paul. He has turned in to a complete musician. Sir Paul no less. The others were great too, but we didn't get to have George and John long enough.