“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
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Saturday, September 21, 2013
The Hermeneutic Challenge
In the morning, in the morning
In the happy field of hay
Oh they looked at one another
By the light of day
In the blue and silver morning
On the haycock as they lay,
Oh they looked at one another
And they looked away.
2 comments:
have a great Sunday~!
Thanks angel. You, too,
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