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Here Dead Lie We because We did not Choose (XXXVI)

© Alfred Edward Housman

Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung.Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young.

How Can I Go on

© Green Lil

I'm so sorry you heardI don't know what to doI'm sorry for the timeI made you blue

Hospitality

© Gotlieb Phyllis

Da Vinci and the man on the bed stareat each other through the dark air ofdeath watch. The dying man more than halfsuspects from the black glitterbeneath the eaved brows that it is Deathwatching;

It's goodbye now to Africa, but kiss your hand againTo the upland trek and the old trade road and kop and kloof and plain; There's another trek instead for us, And a long strange road ahead for us,But never the old home outspan, however the team may strain

How to get RICHES

© Benjamin Franklin

PRECEPT I.

Hence, all you vain delights

© John Fletcher

Hence, all you vain delights,As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly,There's nought in this life sweet,If man were wise to see't But only melancholy, Oh, sweetest melancholy

Hymn: Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, April 19, 1836

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

Hereux qui, comme Ulysse

© Joachim du Bellay

Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage,Ou comme cestuy là qui conquit la toisonEt puis est retourné, plein d'usage et raison,Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son aage!

His Picture

© John Donne

Here take my picture ; though I bid farewell,Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell

Heimlich

© Dodds Jeramy

Comes up behind you at a party, masks your eyeswith his mammogram hands, asks, 'Guess who?'A bear-hugger from way back

"Hope" is the thing with feathers (254)

© Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsAnd never stops at all,

he fell into my arms and said

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

he fell into my arms and said"sometimes god takes what we love most. he knows best".i agree.so I made up something as i buried his grandchildren.

Heard

© Currin Jen

Genius is the word for I've lost the joband my heart is breakfast.

How He Died

So he died for his faith. That is fine. More than most of us do.But stay; can you add to that line That he lived for it too?

How Did You Die?

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful?Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful?Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it,And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face