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Today is Yesterday's Tomorrow [6] When I am gone, mark not the passing of the hours, but just that love lives on. The Concern of the Rich and the Poor [7] Time Takes All But Memories [8] Some tell of storms and showers, I tell of sunny hours. [9] Order in the court! [10] [citation needed] Like true firemen, I am always ready.
The first publication of Oppenheim's poem in book form was in the 1915 labor anthology The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest by Upton Sinclair. This time the poem had the new attribution and rephrased slogan: "In a parade of strikers of Lawrence, Mass., some young girls carried a banner inscribed, 'We want Bread ...
A Gest of Robyn Hode (also known as A Lyttell Geste of Robyn Hode) is one of the earliest surviving texts of the Robin Hood tales. Written in late Middle English poetic verse, it is an early example of an English language ballad, in which the verses are grouped in quatrains with an ABCB rhyme scheme, also known as ballad stanzas.
That Robert Hoblyn had practical experience as a farmer was a qualification he considered the guarantee of his 1825 blank verse translation of the first book of the Georgics; [31] and even in modern times it was made a commendation of Peter Fallon's 2004 version that he is "both a poet and a farmer, uniquely suited to translating this poem". [32]
Time's Paces is a poem about the apparent speeding up of time as one gets older. It was written by Henry Twells (1823–1900) and published in his book Hymns and Other Stray Verses (1901). The poem was popularised by Guy Pentreath (1902–1985) in an amended version.
What do the Farmers' Almanac and The Old Farmer's Almanac say about Oklahoma winter? The Old Farmer's Almanac: Predicts most Oklahomans (outside of the Panhandle) can expect a cold, snowy winter.
The 80th anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge reminds us that appeasing tyrants never works. The U.S. must continue to stand strong against tyrants like Vladimir Putin to keep America safe.
At harvest-time than bide and woo. When us was wed she turned afraid Of love and me and all things human; Like the shut of a winter's day Her smile went out, and 'twasn't a woman – More like a little frightened fay. One night, in the Fall, she runned away. 'Out 'mong the sheep, her be,' they said, Should properly have been abed;