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Archive for March 27th, 2009

Some weddings are Bride – priced

 

                   Some autos are Pride – priced.          – eab, 3/27/09

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The little hamlet caps the hill

And drips into the vales below.

The parting of the farmer’s lands,

The joining of the merchant’s hands,

And down the track a mile or so

The brick plant stands.

 

The homes of Civil War stand, still,

Along the maple-shaded streets.

The village square is seen to hold,

The General Phil and steed in mold,

Then east on the hill brow one meets

The school place, old.

 

The worn street bricks, years from the mill,

Blend with the ancient stepping-stones.

Now south a bit, the land is cut,

With rails and timbers, one big rut;

And add to this the church bell tones,

As steeples jut.

 

These pleasant scenes my mind did fill

(Though miles and years their distance prove)

On living a peculiar day,

Much like those spent in school in May,

In blest Ohio, state I love,

And village, away.  [1]         – eab, 3/27/69


[1] Remembering my home town, Somerset, Ohio where I attended school from fall of ‘50 to the spring of ‘57.  Home of Phil Sheridan.

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Thank YOU alphainventions.com for picking up   Separateholy.wordpress.com

 

I am happy for the readers you send who might otherwise miss the information and inspiration they can find here.  Thanks again. eab

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Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th’ Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples th’ upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know’st; thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast Abyss,
And mad’st it pregnant: what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.

 

John Milton published this date Paradise Lost 3/27/1667.  Milton was one of the greates Christian writers of all years in the English language. 

See Milton also Blind

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