The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good
For you to doubt the likelihood.
Die early and avoid the fate.
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.
Make the whole stock exchange your own!
If need be occupy a throne,
Where nobody can call you crone.
Some have relied on what they knew;
Others on simply being true.
What worked for them might work for you.
No memory of having starred
Atones for later disregard,
Or keeps the end from being hard.
Better to go down dignified
With boughten friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
--Robert Frost
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Showing posts with label Frost. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Love, Home, and Healing quotes
1. Odi et amo. Quare id faciem fortasse requiris. Nescio sed fieri sentio excrucior. --Gaius Catullus (I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you might ask? I don't know, but I feel it happening, and I am tormented.)
2. There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go. --Tennessee Williams
3. If you are ever called upon to chasten a person, never chasten beyond the balm you have within you to bind up. --Brigham Young
4. "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." 'I should have called it something you somehow hadn't to deserve." --Robert Frost, The Death of the Hired Man
5. Cause timendi est nescire. --Seneca (The cause of fear is not knowing.)
2. There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go. --Tennessee Williams
3. If you are ever called upon to chasten a person, never chasten beyond the balm you have within you to bind up. --Brigham Young
4. "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." 'I should have called it something you somehow hadn't to deserve." --Robert Frost, The Death of the Hired Man
5. Cause timendi est nescire. --Seneca (The cause of fear is not knowing.)
Friday, July 8, 2011
Friday quotes
1. Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance. --Alexander Pope
2. True doctrine, understood, changes attitudes and behaviors. The study of the doctrines of the gospel will improve behavior quicker than a study of behavior will improve behavior. --Pres. Boyd K. Packer, Oct. 1986
3. Friendship is a delicate combination of admiration, trust, empathy, two forks and one dessert. --Leslie Jensen
4. The stronger sex is really the weaker sex because of the weakness the stronger sex has for the weaker sex. --Anon.
5. Happiness makes up for in height what it lacks in length. --Robert Frost.
2. True doctrine, understood, changes attitudes and behaviors. The study of the doctrines of the gospel will improve behavior quicker than a study of behavior will improve behavior. --Pres. Boyd K. Packer, Oct. 1986
3. Friendship is a delicate combination of admiration, trust, empathy, two forks and one dessert. --Leslie Jensen
4. The stronger sex is really the weaker sex because of the weakness the stronger sex has for the weaker sex. --Anon.
5. Happiness makes up for in height what it lacks in length. --Robert Frost.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday quotes
1. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. --Oscar Wilde
2. Inspiration doesn't lie in the mud; it lies in the clean and wholesome life of the ordinary man. --Robert Frost
3. Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves. --Joseph P. Thompson
4. Only two things are infinite: the Universe and human stupidity. And I am not sure about the former. --Albert Einstein
5. Money may buy the husk of many things, but not the kernel. It brings food, but not the appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintances, but not friends; servants, but not faithfulness; days of joy, but not peace or happiness. --Henry Ibsen
2. Inspiration doesn't lie in the mud; it lies in the clean and wholesome life of the ordinary man. --Robert Frost
3. Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves. --Joseph P. Thompson
4. Only two things are infinite: the Universe and human stupidity. And I am not sure about the former. --Albert Einstein
5. Money may buy the husk of many things, but not the kernel. It brings food, but not the appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintances, but not friends; servants, but not faithfulness; days of joy, but not peace or happiness. --Henry Ibsen
Monday, June 13, 2011
Practicing Latin - Name These Poems!
Eremo ambulavi
Et vocavi:
"Heu, Domini, capisse me illo loco!"
Vox inquit, "Est non eremus."
Vocavi, "Autem, sed -
Arena, calor, vacuus horizon."
Vox inquit, "Est non eremus."
--
Viridis primus naturae aurum est
Arduissimus color ad tentandum
Priscum folium est flos
Sed vix horam
Tum folium ad folium concidit
Sic Eden ad dolorem cecidit
Sic aurora ad diem ruit [/defluit]
Nihil aurum commorari possit.
--
Mea somnia de agrum longum sunt
Et sangiunem et fumum et glandes
Illic in eorum sepulcros mei socii sunt
In sepulcum meum non sum.
Ego aeque commercium hominis condocefacio
Et rudimentum cantavi palam
Sed cum dedidicerim et curraverim
Memoraverunt et remanserunt.
---
Hiatum in mentem meam sensi
Tamquam cerebellum scidisset
Conatus sum componere comissuram ad comissuram
Sed compellere non possum eos ut concurrant.
Cogitatio avorsa jugare conatus sum
Ad cogitationem priorem
Series retextuerunt longe
Similis pilae super coaxationem.
(Erika and Heather, if I did any of the above wrong, could you tell me where? I have my suspicions about the last one.)
Et vocavi:
"Heu, Domini, capisse me illo loco!"
Vox inquit, "Est non eremus."
Vocavi, "Autem, sed -
Arena, calor, vacuus horizon."
Vox inquit, "Est non eremus."
--
Viridis primus naturae aurum est
Arduissimus color ad tentandum
Priscum folium est flos
Sed vix horam
Tum folium ad folium concidit
Sic Eden ad dolorem cecidit
Sic aurora ad diem ruit [/defluit]
Nihil aurum commorari possit.
--
Mea somnia de agrum longum sunt
Et sangiunem et fumum et glandes
Illic in eorum sepulcros mei socii sunt
In sepulcum meum non sum.
Ego aeque commercium hominis condocefacio
Et rudimentum cantavi palam
Sed cum dedidicerim et curraverim
Memoraverunt et remanserunt.
---
Hiatum in mentem meam sensi
Tamquam cerebellum scidisset
Conatus sum componere comissuram ad comissuram
Sed compellere non possum eos ut concurrant.
Cogitatio avorsa jugare conatus sum
Ad cogitationem priorem
Series retextuerunt longe
Similis pilae super coaxationem.
(Erika and Heather, if I did any of the above wrong, could you tell me where? I have my suspicions about the last one.)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
"Desert Places" by Robert Frost
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past
And the ground covered smooth in snow
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around have it - it is theirs
All animals are smotehred in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with the empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so mucn nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
--Robert Frost
In a field I looked into going past
And the ground covered smooth in snow
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around have it - it is theirs
All animals are smotehred in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with the empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so mucn nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
--Robert Frost
Friday, April 29, 2011
"Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
Monday, April 18, 2011
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour,
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
Her hardest hue to hold.
her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour,
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
"Fire and Ice", by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction, ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
--Robert Frost
I've always liked this poem, possibly because it is so easy to memorize and comes up in conversation surprisingly often. I also used it in high school as the intro for impromptu speeches at debate tournaments; it's a marvelously flexible poem and you can make it fit almost any subject.
However, while I like it for its ease and utility, I don't believe it. Not that I prefer ice over fire, but that I don't believe the world ends. Phases end; communities end; eras end; other people end; friendships end; even dispensations end. But the world doesn't end - there is always a tomorrow. There is no such thing as "ending up" because there is no ending. Any theory of the final curtain rings hollow because it will never fall. I find this quite heartening.
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction, ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
--Robert Frost
I've always liked this poem, possibly because it is so easy to memorize and comes up in conversation surprisingly often. I also used it in high school as the intro for impromptu speeches at debate tournaments; it's a marvelously flexible poem and you can make it fit almost any subject.
However, while I like it for its ease and utility, I don't believe it. Not that I prefer ice over fire, but that I don't believe the world ends. Phases end; communities end; eras end; other people end; friendships end; even dispensations end. But the world doesn't end - there is always a tomorrow. There is no such thing as "ending up" because there is no ending. Any theory of the final curtain rings hollow because it will never fall. I find this quite heartening.
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