Edward Robeson Taylor
His eye
Sweeps all the sky,
As hard he grips the rock.
Storm's ice-clad brood that round him flock
But blow the fires of his undaunted breast,
And forth he fares in ecstasy of quest.
Still up he goes, to proudly fling
His own against the thunder's wing.
O Eagle of the mighty heart,
Give me of what thou art:
Breed in my soul thy lofty air,
That it may nobly dare,
And with unconquerable will
Face every darkest ill.
Hope more of our music and poetry lovers will join us this afternoon
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Mon 23 Nov, 2015 03:06 pm
Well, I guess I had better say good afternoon now. I do miss my friends here, but perhaps tomorrow.
I heard that today is the 50th nniversary of the first playing of ALICE's RESTAURANT by Arlo Guthrie.
I was about 13 0r 14
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Wed 25 Nov, 2015 07:25 am
Thanks, tsar for keeping Radio III on the air. Knew every one of those songs. so sorry that I can't comment on each one.
Farmer man, welcome back to you as well.
Hoora!, my heath is fine except for my eyes. After having surgery there, I had optical illusions, and boy were they scary. Now they are gone thanks to Dr.Don.Here's another golden oldie from a man whose birthday is today.
