.:q-->~p
be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
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 burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
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, unhonour'd, and unsung.
- sir walter scott
therefore, we know that q does not equal p
-luke
behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
thy fate is the common fate of all,
into each life some rain must fall,
some days must be dark and dreary.
- henry wadsworth longfellow
thy fate is the common fate of all,
into each life some rain must fall,
some days must be dark and dreary.
- henry wadsworth longfellow
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 burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
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, unhonour'd, and unsung.
- sir walter scott
therefore, we know that q does not equal p-luke
posted by brodie @ 11:20 PM
4 Comments:
did you take those? they're amazing.
yeah, i did.
I really liked the poetry. The first one by longfellow was especially poignant. I was feeling that today. You know, Seattle is famous for inspiring the photographic muse. Verification word is "movvtowasshgtn"
I love them. Bravo.
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