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Quote by LarryFNigh
We read a lot of poetry in school. At that time it was called Language Arts, if I remember correctly. Basically English classes.
I still remember Invictus. "Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul."
I recall many excerpts from lots of poems but I don't remember many completely anymore.
Poetry for us was just part of our English reading assignments and wasn't as much a priority of as novels. (I discovered Jane Austen
)We had to learn a poem by heart for end of term exams and, for some strange reason (perhaps because my history teacher was waxing lyrical over Napoleon Boneparte) I found a poem called 'Napoleon's Farewell'. It struck a cord with me. I can still recite it near perfect and it still strikes a cord. I have no idea why
We had to reasearch the author of course and so I met George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron.
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Yesterday was a beautiful winter's day, fine and sunny as could be. The day before was horrendous. Cold as and rain storms with only brief respites as the angels ran off to refill their buckets. So the day before yesterday I stayed indoors, fearful of venturing out for a soaking, cancelling work and moving it forward to yesterday.
Momentarily I had forgotten how much I love the rain, even when in overabundant supply. There is something about a city in heavy rain. The cleansing the rain brings. The fresh smell. The emptiness as it drives peeps from the sidewalks. A city in the rain is very romantic. What a waste of a day!
Momentarily I had forgotten how much I love the rain, even when in overabundant supply. There is something about a city in heavy rain. The cleansing the rain brings. The fresh smell. The emptiness as it drives peeps from the sidewalks. A city in the rain is very romantic. What a waste of a day!
