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26 de may. de 2024 · And banquet together beneath my Throne, And all Brethren shall come to that mess. As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less." "Send a swift shallop to Hiram of Tyre, Felling and floating our beautiful trees, Say that the Brethren and I desire. Talk with our Brethren who use the seas. And we shall be happy to meet them at mess.
Hace 6 días · The Explorer. "There's no sense in going further --. it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it --. broke my land and sowed my crop --. Built my barns and strung my fences. in the little border station. Tucked away below the foothills. where the trails run out and stop.
26 de may. de 2024 · Non Nobis Domine! Not unto us, O Lord! That Man has reached or wrought. That dross which men call Gold. Not unto us the Praise. Not unto us the Praise! Non nobis Domine!, Not unto us, O Lord! The Praise or Glory be Of any deed or word; For in Thy Judgment lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge o.
Hace 4 días · A Smuggler's Song. If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street. Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark-. Brandy for the Parson,
29 de may. de 2024 · The road to En-dor is easy to tread. For Mother or yearning Wife. There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead. As they were even in life. Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store. For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor. Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark --. Hands--ah God !--that we knew!
Hace 3 días · Stands a City, Charnock chose it, packed away. Near a Bay, By the Sewage rendered fetid, by the sewer. Made impure, By the Sunderbunds unwholesome, by the swamp. Moist and damp; And the City and the Viceroy, as we see, Don't agree. Once, two hundered years ago, the trader came.
29 de may. de 2024 · Ye say the quest is vain. Ye have not seen my foe. Ye have not told his slain. Surely he fights again, again; But when ye prove his line, There shall come to your aid my broken blade. In the last, lost fight of mine! And here is my lance to mend (Haro!), And here is my horse to be shot!
