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The Knights of Dragon Down
Riding, riding across the plain
See them riding home again.
Bright their shields, bright their chain
The Knights of Dragon Down.
They have gone where shadows creep.
Their blades a bloody harvest reap.
Another dragon put fore'er asleep
By the Knights of Dragon Down.
On their fingers gem rings gleam.
Of such baubles, the very cream
Falls into the hands, in a steady stream,
Of the Knights of Dragon Down.
In a dark hall a lady sits alone,
Her bright eyes gleam as white as bone.
Her dark spells a-hunting roam
For the Knights of Dragon Down.
With cruel smile, a web she weaves.
From each Knight, his soul she cleaves.
Armored bones are all she leaves
Of the Knights of Dragon Down.
Riding, riding, their skulls a-grin
Past the gates, the Knights ride in.
Sorcery now their souls doth spin
Of the Knights of Dragon Down.
Ladies scream at the touch of bone,
As skeletal Knights come riding home.
Undead now, fore'er to roam,
Are the Knights of Dragon Down.
Hear them riding, nearer outside.
Never sleeping, doomed to ride.
There's no place where you can hide
From the Knights of Dragon Down.
- Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
- Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
- Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
- But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
- I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
- I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
- I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
- Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
- Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
1 It little profits that an idle king,
2 By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
3 Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
4 Unequal laws unto a savage race,
5 That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
6 I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
7 Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
8 Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
9 That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
10 Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
11 Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
12 For always roaming with a hungry heart
13 Much have I seen and known; cities of men
14 And manners, climates, councils, governments,
15 Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
16 And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
17 Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
18 I am a part of all that I have met;
19 Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
20 Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
21 For ever and forever when I move.
22 How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
23 To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
24 As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
25 Were all too little, and of one to me
26 Little remains: but every hour is saved
27 From that eternal silence, something more,
28 A bringer of new things; and vile it were
29 For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
30 And this gray spirit yearning in desire
31 To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
32 Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
33 This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
34 To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,--
35 Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
36 This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
37 A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
38 Subdue them to the useful and the good.
39 Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
40 Of common duties, decent not to fail
41 In offices of tenderness, and pay
42 Meet adoration to my household gods,
43 When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
44 There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
45 There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
46 Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me--
47 That ever with a frolic welcome took
48 The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
49 Free hearts, free foreheads--you and I are old;
50 Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
51 Death closes all: but something ere the end,
52 Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
53 Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
54 The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
55 The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
56 Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
57 'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
58 Push off, and sitting well in order smite
59 The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
60 To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
61 Of all the western stars, until I die.
62 It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
63 It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
64 And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
65 Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
66 We are not now that strength which in old days
67 Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
68 One equal temper of heroic hearts,
69 Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
70 To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
The Ten Cannots
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot help small men by tearing down big men.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich.
You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot establish security on borrowed money.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away mens initiative and independence.
You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
--Rev. William John Henry Boetcker, 1873
Im sorry your uncle was shot in the stomach and died while robbing the bank.
I would have shot him in the head and there would have been a closed casket funeral.
Sincerely (and not taking crap from felons)
27 Posted on 03/05/2001 16:25:12 PST by DCBryan1 (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I'm still looking for the book entitled "Great Victories Made by Moderates".
5 Posted on 03/06/2001 07:09:14 PST by Eagle Eye
A gun saved my life, and the life of my then fiance.
Kiss my ass.
Sincerely from a survivor (who refuses to be a victim),
4 Posted on 03/12/2001 12:19:59 PST by DCBryan1 (email@example.com)
The state piggybacks on the existing tendency toward social cooperation. In every instance it can do so, it attempts to convince the populace that these cooperative ventures could not exist without its activities. It cannot be said often enough that the nature of the state is that of an illusion. It generates its existence by generating belief, and without that belief it would vanish. --Gene Callahan
"The evil that you know, the evil that inspires you to fight again is not the worst evil," Keyes said. "The worst evil creeps behind your lines and dominates your leadership." -- Alan Keyes
"A thousand years hence (for I must indulge a few thoughts), perhaps in less, America may be what Europe now is. The innocence of her character, that won the hearts of all nations in her favor, may sound like a romance and her inimitable virtue as if it had never been. The ruin of that liberty which thousands bled for or struggled to obtain may just furnish materials for a village tale or extort a sigh from rustic sensibility, whilst the fashionable of that day, enveloped in dissipation, shall deride the principle and deny the fact.
"When we contemplate the fall of empires and the extinction of the nations of the Ancient World, we see but little to excite our regret than the mouldering ruins of pompous palaces, magnificent museums, lofty pyramids and walls and towers of the most costly workmanship; but when the empire of America shall fall, the subject for contemplative sorrow will be infinitely greater than crumbling brass and marble can inspire. It will not then be said, here stood a temple of vast antiquity; here rose a babel of invisible height; or there a palace of sumptuous extravagance; but here, Ah, painful thought! the noblest work of human wisdom, the grandest scene of human glory, the fair cause of Freedom rose and fell." -- Thomas Paine
You (conservatives) are all a bunch of losers.
4 posted on 06/27/2003 10:56 PM CDT by 14Freedom