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Words Of Inspiration
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February 1, 2007
22 views This publishers list was prepared by the editorial board of the Modern Library, a division of the publisher Random House. So when you say top 100 modern library and all that stuff it sounds unbiased. The board consists of: Daniel J. Boorstin, A.S. Byatt, Christopher Cerf, Shelby Foote, Vartan Gregorian, Edmund Morris, John Richardson, Arthur Schlesinger Jr., William Styron and Gore...
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January 12, 2007
13 views We must be tolerant of other peoples religious views because all religions have much that is true about them, and we must combat ignorance by education; bigotry by tolerance and tyranny by teaching true liberty.
This I believe is an old text from the Freemasons that predate the Grand Lodge of England that was created in 1717. The United Grand Lodge likes to pretend that little if no...
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February 24, 2006
13 views The Philosophy of Poetry by Jonathan Spencer
I could write anytime of anything
Right now I am ironing
Its not usually the rhymers Rap
Not that I am saying that’s a load of crap
Words are the nature of humanity
They crawl like Lichen on ancient Walls
Into the heart
And when you feel in every breath
There is no real escape
Speak up
Because I believe words set you free
And thats my Phi...
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February 22, 2006
73 views Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and ch...
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February 6, 2006
276 views Thomas Hardy
someone sent me this, poem by Hardy and I liked it….
At Castle Boterel
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway,
and the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette,
I look behind at the fading byway,
and see on its slope, now glistening wet,
Distincly yet
Myself and a girlish form benighted
In dry March weather.We climb the road
Beside a chaise.We had just alighted
To eas...
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