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For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,
I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,
INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public. That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true Genius. That most men are born with some Taste, but spoiled by false education. The multitude of Critics, and causes of them. That we are to study our own Taste, and know the limits of it. Nature the best guide of judgment. Improved by Art and rules, which are but methodized Nature. Rules derived from the practice of the ancient poets. That therefore the ancients are necessary to be studied by a Critic, particularly Homer and Virgil. Of licenses, and the use of them by the ancients. Reverence due to the ancients, and praise of them.
"what?" they say, "you got a
it's like I have sold out to
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do,
All that I am now, all I hope to be,--
Whence comes it save from fortune setting free
Body and soul the purpose to pursue,
As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you
As you came up the hill. We met. But all
As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm
about President Buhari's second term bid;
an ever-increasing multitude of potential
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him;
She meets in his engaging mask
All reason to refuse him.
O France, although you sleep
We call you, we the forbidden!
The shadows have ears,
And the depths have cries.
Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
No more for you the city's thorny ways,
The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days
By you will never, never again be felt.
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of
Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.
(Dedicated to Our Brother President)
Yes, yes, We all can stop the violence,
Stop all non-sense,
At break of day the College Portress came:
She brought us Academic silks, in hue
The lilac, with a silken hood to each,
And zoned with gold; and now when these were on,
Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing
TO mute and to material things
New life revolving summer brings;
The genial call dead Nature hears,
And in her glory reappears.
they want to
ban books, ban abortions
ban gay marriages
ban free thinking
Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
I pray you to take me to the height,
From where fall is not possible,
But I know my worth,
Being a human being I am the victim of
Prejudice is something that everyone has
Not only you and me but,
A bad thought that every men has
soft energy for humanity-and-posthumanity world of beings are compassion and metta, loving kindness.
there are beautiful flowers in colourful garden of nature.
universe is in silence and in process.
For 39 years I learned from the students with Autism I was teaching.
and the most important lesson I learned…by far
was how the true greatness of a person can be judged
by how they treat those they see as different…who to them seem a little bizarre.
Frankenstein was only a monster because that's what people made him out to be.
He was actually a kind and gentle soul but that was what everybody refused to see.
Frankenstein only became violent when the angry villagers decided to attack.
They came at him with torches, axes and pitchforks and he had to fight back.
A gesture with great reverence
To the supreme Being and to
Feeling proud of doing things properly and perfectly is good one;
One is good to feel pride so but not good showing prejudice;
Prejudice is human injustice but treating all equally is justice;
Justice is to feel proud in treating all as one to unite for peace!
ThWe sat around us old white guys
And one mentioned to my surprise
He felt we were prejudice to the blacks
I said your belief should be challenged it has so many cracks
Prejudice is ingrained in the brain There's no training
The judiciary who are fiduciary, artificially rule the fool
Sub judice in prejudice Jurisprudence with decadence
Morality a formality, used to hoodwink plaintiff, owner of tiff.
I'm not prejudice but....
and then we know they are.
The but is wherein their prejudice lies.
I'm not homophobic but......
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