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The Argument of her Blog: April 2009
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Saturday, April 18, 2009. Listen my children and you shall hear. Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,. On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;. Hardly a man is now alive. Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march. By land or sea from the town to-night,. Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch. Of the North Church tower as a signal light,-. One if by land, and two if by sea;. And with muffled oar.
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The Argument of her Blog: Passion
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Thursday, September 4, 2008. One Hour To Madness And Joy. One hour to madness and joy! O confine me not! What is this that frees me so in storms? What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean? O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man! O savage and tender achings! I bequeath them to you, my children,. I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.). O to return to Paradise! O bashful and feminine! Walt Whitm...
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The Argument of her Blog: February 2008
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Thursday, February 28, 2008. He who binds to himself a joy. Does the wingéd life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies. Lives in eternity's sunrise. William Blake, 1800. Monday, February 25, 2008. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,. And Mourners to and fro. Kept treading- treading- till it seemed. That Sense was breaking through-. And when they all were seated,. A Service, like a Drum-. Kept beating- beating- till I thought. It was a ti...
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The Argument of her Blog: Respite
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Monday, October 27, 2008. When I see birches bend to left and right. Across the lines of straighter darker trees,. I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them. Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning. After a rain. They click upon themselves. As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored. As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Until he took the...
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The Argument of her Blog: Desperation
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Saturday, February 20, 2010. Not Waving but Drowning. Nobody heard him, the dead man,. But still he lay moaning:. I was much further out than you thought. And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking. And now he’s dead. It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always. Still the dead one lay moaning). I was much too far out all my life. And not waving but drowning. Not that I wro...
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The Argument of her Blog: January 2009
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Monday, January 5, 2009. The Destruction of Sennacherib. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,. And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;. And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,. That host with their banners at sunset were seen:. Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,. View my complete pr...
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The Argument of her Blog: The Argument of His Book
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Sunday, January 13, 2008. The Argument of His Book. The Argument of His Book. I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,. Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, hock carts, wassails, wakes,. Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access. By these to sing of cleanly wantonness. I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece,. Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris.
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The Argument of her Blog: Conflict
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The Argument of her Blog. A place for poetry and other musings. Monday, January 5, 2009. The Destruction of Sennacherib. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,. And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;. And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,. That host with their banners at sunset were seen:. Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,. And at least you ar...
