Monthly Archives: January 2013

Ayn Rand

From ownership of her She does not self defer; With eyes so clear and fine Says, “All I see is mine;” With admiration’s kiss Pens heroes forth in bliss; With joy upon her face Makes sacred every place; From spring … Continue reading

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When Tired Eyes

When tired eyes have writing not within, When brain is dull, and not much musical, When paper calls no thought from heavy pen, And desk and chair, though empty, seem too full, ‘Tis then I seem but half a man … Continue reading

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Pretty Yende

Oh Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, sing, Put Pretty’s grace in every thing, And Pretty’s strength of pretty worth That, soaring, sails o’er pretty earth To Pretty’s more than pretty height, Where Pretty lives and all is bright, Where honesty of Pretty’s … Continue reading

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Off The Floor!

Oh, thine eyes for my skies are More radiant than stars are, As here on my canvas you stand. And my hills all about thee be Less colored with beauty, For thine arms and thine hands are grand. Yea, my … Continue reading

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The Merry More

You stand within, I stand without; The door between Is very stout. I give a knock, I make a rap; I faintly hear A “Tap, tap, tap.” And then I pound With joyous laugh; I hear a sound Of metal … Continue reading

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Two Together One

If thou be mine And I be thine As two together one we twine; If you to me And I to you Do blow more kisses airy new; If thee be thus And this be me For all our future … Continue reading

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Blow (a scene)

The curtain rises on a solemn scene: a small room with white walls, no windows, lit by a candle sitting in the middle of a small round wooden table in the front center of stage. Next to the table and … Continue reading

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