tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925686079259728342.post426179017563963417..comments2024-03-11T21:41:58.342-04:00Comments on The New York Times Crossword in Gothic: 04.23.07 -- Anatomy of a MondayDONALDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17398968047673788006noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925686079259728342.post-86148275156441268582008-01-15T20:59:00.000-05:002008-01-15T20:59:00.000-05:00This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,...This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,<BR/>Dear for her reputation through the world,<BR/>Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,<BR/>Like to a tenement or pelting farm:<BR/>England, bound in with the triumphant sea<BR/>Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege<BR/>Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,<BR/>With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:<BR/>That England, that was wont to conquer others,<BR/>Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.<BR/>Shakespeare, Richard II act 1, sc 4DONALDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17398968047673788006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925686079259728342.post-16571875259703349692008-01-15T17:13:00.000-05:002008-01-15T17:13:00.000-05:00That man was wont to conquer this little world...h...That man was wont to conquer this little world...has made nothing but a shameful conquest of himself...<BR/><BR/><BR/>WS :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925686079259728342.post-20698035715290471392007-04-23T16:00:00.000-04:002007-04-23T16:00:00.000-04:00I didn't get it either -- it's deleted -- unhappy ...I didn't get it either -- it's deleted -- unhappy somebody, maybe a late post or a wrong blog, oh well.<BR/><BR/>I think if we remember the great people of the past (known and unknown) that they will smile upon us. For Shakespeare's birthday, here is the final speech (from Propspero) from "The Tempest"<BR/><BR/>And now my charms are all o'erthrown,<BR/>And what strength I have's mine own;<BR/>Which is most faint; now t'is true,<BR/>I must here be released by you,<BR/><BR/>Or sent to Napels. Let me not,<BR/>Since I have my dukedom got<BR/>And pardoned the deceiver, dwell<BR/>In this bar island by your spell;<BR/><BR/><BR/>But release me from my bands<BR/>With the help of your good hands.<BR/>Gentle breath of yours my sails<BR/>Must fill, or else my project fails,<BR/><BR/><BR/>Which was to please. Now I want<BR/>Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;<BR/>And my ending is despair,<BR/>Unless I be relieved by prayer,<BR/><BR/><BR/>Which pierces so that it assaults<BR/>Mercy itself and frees all faults.<BR/>As you from your crimes would pardon'd be,<BR/>Let your indulgence set me free.DONALDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17398968047673788006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925686079259728342.post-90679380694585529702007-04-23T10:33:00.000-04:002007-04-23T10:33:00.000-04:00I don't get the comment by anonymous, but it's ear...I don't get the comment by anonymous, but it's early.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the mention. Maybe your readers will find me, and mine will find you : )<BR/><BR/>Happy birthday, William. I'll have cake in his honor today.Linda Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15816794362786044423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925686079259728342.post-44531959787709944962007-04-23T08:20:00.000-04:002007-04-23T08:20:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com