“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Sailing the Acheron Plucking Roses from Her Banks
"The spring is come, we must pluck roses;
we must kiss the lips of maidens. Maidens' lips
are cardamons and cloves. Sweet maidens, offer
them as presents to young men."
Your tribute to spring?
ReplyDeleteI AM starting to develop a fever... and it's NOT for more cowbell. ;)
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