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  • Journey To The Dead
    Forth from the East, up the ascent of Heaven,
    Day drove his courser with the Shining Mane;
    And in Valhalla, from his gable perch,
    The golden-crested Cock began to crow: ...
  • Funeral
    The gods held talk together, group'd in knots,
    Round Balder's corpse, which they had thither borne;
    And Hermod came down towards them from the gate.
    And Lok, the Father of the Serpent, first ...
  • The Last Glen
    Hist! once more!
    Listen, Pausanias!--Aye, 'tis Callicles!
    I know those notes among a thousand. Hark!
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  • Typho
    He advances to the edge of the crater. Smoke and fire break forth with a loud noise, and CALLICLES is heard below singing:


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  • Marsyas
    CALLICLES (from below)


    As the sky-brightening south-wind clears the day, ...
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Life 98 World 77 Soul 69 Long 69 Heart 67 Light 63 Deep 63 Sea 60 Night 60 Sun 54


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Jaguarjin: the sea of faith was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. but now i only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, retreating, to the breath of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear matthew arnold (dover beach)
Belindagreb: the pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.-matthew arnold
Womenscentregfw: thank you to st. matthew’s presbyterian church for their donation of comfort items to our organization. this was a community outreach project by gail arnold.
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Carolyn_arnold: an ancient egyptian map points the way to a forgotten pharaoh's tomb — and the fabled emerald tablets! can archaeologist matthew connor and his companions find the powerful artifacts before they fall into the wrong hands?
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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