Monday, December 3, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Three greatest romantic poets
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George Gordon Byron, 1788-1824 |
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Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822 |
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John Keats, 1795- 1821 |
Share one thing in common,
they all died young.
Byron was 36 years old
Shelley was 29 years old
Keats was 26 years old
How my heart ache!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm — the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone! —Byron
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past; there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been! —Shelley
But strength alone though of the Muses born
Is like a fallen angel: trees upturn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it should be a friend
To sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man. —Keats
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Intelligence was there
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Athens 416BC. Euripides premieres his Electra. Two rivals attend, Sophocles and Aristophanes. And two friends, Socrates and Plato. |
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Firenze 1504. Palazzo Vecchio, on facing walls, two painters: Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. And apprentice Raffaello. A manager: Niccolo Machiavelli. |
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Philadelphia, USA 1776-1787. Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. Adams, Franklin, Jefferson, Washington, Hamilton and Madison. No other country has been so blessed. |
Friday, June 15, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
here life is simple


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