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Ben Jonson :
Here lies each her parents' ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth: Yet, all heaven's gifts, being heaven's due, It makes the father, less, to rue. At six months' end, she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heaven's Queen, (whose name she bears) In comfort of her mother's tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin-train: Where, while that severed doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth. Which cover lightly, gentle earth.
[Ben Jonson (1572-1637), British dramatist, poet. On My First Daughter (l. 1-12). . . The Complete Poems [Ben Jonson]. George Parfitt, ed. (1988) Penguin.]
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Jules Furthman :
Bonnie Lee: How can you do that? Geoff Carter: What? Bonnie: Eat that steak. Geoff: What's the matter with it? Bonnie: It was his. Geoff: Look, what do you want me to do, have it stuffed? Bonnie: Haven't you got any feelings? Don't you realize he's dead? Geoff: Who's dead? Les Peters: Yeah, who's dead? Bonnie: Joe. Geoff: Joe, who's Joe? Les: Anybody know Joe? Bonnie: What's the matter with you. He was sitting here with us, talking and laughing, just a few minutes ago. [Geoff, Les, et al., ignore her and start singing]
[Jules Furthman (1888-1960), U.S. screenwriter, and Howard Hawks. Bonnie Lee (Jean Arthur), Geoff Carter (Cary Grant), Les Peters (Allyn Joslyn), Only Angels Have Wings, Bonnie's outraged reaction when Joe's friends mark his death by going on as if nothing happened (1939). Based On A Story By Howard.]
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Robert Burns :
The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody; But it's no the roar o' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; Nor shout o' war that's heard afar, Its leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
[Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. The Silver Tassie (l. 9-16). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.]
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Millie Garcia :
Stuff.... happens everyday, dont sugarcoat your reality....after all, it is what it is, since it cant be mas o meno de lo que es...que no? .....P E A C E _&_ L O V E...... ^^) ALWAYS SHOW THE ONES YOU LOVE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM(^^ cause after all is said & done, is those little acts of togetherness, kindness, loving, memories....that you get to keep. ***NOMATTERWHAT*** LOVE MY CHILDREN NOMATTERWHAT...Dana Michael.. Patricia Michelle..Christopher Paul..RIP.. Erick Matthew..& last but never least... Raven Chasity......my homemade gifts....
[Thru the Grace of God....]
Allen Tate :
Maryland, Virginia, Caroline Pent images in sleep Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of pine Unspeakable and deep Out of that source of time my farthest blood Runs strangely to this day
[Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Emblems."]
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William Butler Yeats :
There's Margaret and Marjorie and Dorothy and Nan, A Daphne and a Mary who live in privacy; One's had her fill of lovers, another's had but one, Another boasts, "I pick and choose and have but two or three." If head and limb have beauty and the instep's high and light They can spread out what sail they please for all I have to say....
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "His Phoenix."]
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Anne Sexton :
Oh Mary, Gentle Mother, open the door and let me in. A bee has stung your belly with faith. Let me float in it like a fish.
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Jesus, the Actor, Plays the Holy Ghost."]
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Henry David Thoreau :
On the thirty-first day of March, one hundred and forty-two years before this, probably about this time in the afternoon, there were hurriedly paddling down this part of the river, between the pine woods which then fringed these banks, two white women and a boy, who had left an island at the mouth of the Contoocook before daybreak. They were lightly clad for the season, in the English fashion, and handled their paddles unskillfully, but with nervous energy and determination, and at the bottom of their canoe lay the still bleeding scalps of ten of the aborigines. They were Hannah Dustan, and her nurse, Mary Neff,... and an English boy, named Samuel Lennardson, escaping from captivity among the Indians. On the 15th of March previous, Hannah Dustan had been compelled to rise from childbed, and half dressed, with one foot bare, accompanied by her nurse, commence an uncertain march, in still inclement weather, through the snow and the wilderness. She had seen her seven elder children flee with their father, but knew not of their fate. She had seen her infant's brains dashed out against an apple tree, and had left her own and her neighbors' dwellings in ashes. When she reached the wigwam of her captor, situated on an island in the Merrimack, more than twenty miles above where we now are, she had been told that she and her nurse were soon to be taken to a distant Indian settlement, and there made to run the gauntlet naked.... Having determined to attempt her escape, she instructed the boy to inquire of one of the men, how he should dispatch an enemy in the quickest manner, and take his scalp. "Strike 'em there," said he, placing his finger on his temple, and he also showed him how to take off the scalp. On the morning of the 31st she arose before daybreak, and awoke her nurse and the boy, and taking the Indians' tomahawks, they killed them all in their sleep, excepting one favorite boy, and one squaw who fled wounded with him to the woods. The English boy struck the Indian who had given him the information, on the temple, as he had been directed. They then collected all the provision they could find, and took their master's tomahawk and gun, and scuttling all the canoes but one, commenced their flight to Haverhill, distant about sixty miles by the river. But after having proceeded a short distance, fearing that her story would not be believed if she should escape to tell it, they returned to the silent wigwam, and taking off the scalps of the dead, put them into a bag as proofs of what they had done, and then, retracing their steps to the shore in the twilight, recommenced their voyage.
[Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, pp. 341-343, Houghton Mifflin (1906). As Thoreau later makes clear, the "apple tree" in this passage signals that this story is a new world replication of the Fall of Adam and Eve.]
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Henry David Thoreau :
The age of the world is great enough for our imaginations, even according to the Mosaic account, without borrowing any years from the geologist. From Adam and Eve at one leap sheer down to the deluge, and then through the ancient monarchies, through Babylon and Thebes, Brahma and Abraham, to Greece and the Argonauts; whence we might start again with Orpheus, and the Trojan war, the Pyramids and the Olympic games, and Homer and Athens, for our stages; and after a breathing space at the building of Rome, continue our journey down through Odin and Christ to—MAmerica. It is a wearisome while. And yet the lives of but sixty old women, such as live under the hill, say of a century each, strung together, are sufficient to reach over the whole ground. Taking hold of hands they would span the interval from Eve to my own mother. A respectable tea-party merely,—whose gossip would be Universal History. The fourth old woman from myself suckled Columbus,—the ninth was nurse to the Norman Conqueror,—the nineteenth was the Virgin Mary—the twenty-fourth was the Cum├Žan Sibyl,—the thirtieth was at the Trojan war and Helen her name,—the thirty-eighth was Queen Semiramis,—the sixtieth was Eve, the mother of mankind. So much for the "Old woman that lives under the hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still." It will not take a very great-granddaughter of hers to be in at the death of Time.
[Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, pp. 346-347, Houghton Mifflin (1906).]
William Cowper :
There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright— There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.
[William Cowper (1731-1800), British poet. To Mary Unwin (l. 9-14). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.]
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