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in my sylvan home
I tread on the pride
of Greece and Rome
And when I am stretched
beneath the pines
Where the evening star
so holy shines
I laugh at the lore
and pride of man,
At the sophist schools
and the learned clan
For what are they all
in their high conceit
When man in the bush
with God may meet?
R. W. Emerson.
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The World is too much with us; late and soon...
Wide as a waste is wide,
Across these days like deserts, when
Pride and a little scratching pen
Have dried and split the hearts of men,
Heart of the heroes, ride."
Thanks so much for leaving a comment! It's good to know that you didn't crash into the Atlantic. I've been wondering how things were going and praying for you. :)
ReplyDeleteTake care!
Anya
Yay, you have internet now! I can't wait to get together and talk about your book and linguistics and wood carving and guitar and.... We'll have to make the most of the next 3 months, it looks like. :)
ReplyDeleteSee you tomorrow (oh, it's sooo fun to say that)!
Love ya,
Sam
Actually, I still don't have internet access. I am just at an internet cafe right now. :(
ReplyDeleteRaora
That's a great quote. So glad to hear you're safe and sound in the U.S and not in the Atlantic! *smile*
ReplyDeleteI just tagged you. The rules are at my blog!
ReplyDeleteHey! Did you get my email that I wrote you last Sunday? If not, I'll ask you my question here. I can't seem to find your book anywhere on your blog. I tried to find it last weekend but I couldn't. I may have time to work on it this weekend, so if you see this, can you tell me more specifically where I get to it? (Think computer-illiterate adult who didn't even use a computer to type papers in college. OK, I'm not totally illiterate, but you get the point.)
ReplyDeleteLove, Sam