The confounded ramblings of Engel No 7 which she may well wake in a sweat at midnight to delete.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
& Voltaire said-
I have never made but one prayer to God,a very short one:
"Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous".
And God granted it.
I have never made but one prayer to God,a very short one:
"Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous".
And God granted it.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
A poem I love
Dreamland .....
When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverent face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
The Reverend C.L Dodgson
Dreamland .....
When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverent face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
The Reverend C.L Dodgson
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