Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
a patriotic poem
| BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, | |
| Who never to himself hath said, | |
| 'This is my own, my native land!' | |
| Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd | |
| As home his footsteps he hath turn'd | 5 |
| From wandering on a foreign strand? | |
| If such there breathe, go, mark him well; | |
| For him no Minstrel raptures swell; | |
| High though his titles, proud his name, | |
| Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; | 10 |
| Despite those titles, power, and pelf, | |
| The wretch, concentred all in self, | |
| Living, shall forfeit fair renown, | |
| And, doubly dying, shall go down | |
| To the vile dust from whence he sprung, | 15 |
| Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. - Patriotism, Sir Walter Scott [1771-1832] |
Labels:
isabella stevenson,
patriotism,
poetry,
Scotland,
sir walter scott
Monday, July 2, 2012
eight because of the death of a president. These eight so-called 'accidental presidents' were John Tyler (VP for W, H. Harrison) Millard Fillmore (VP for Taylor) Andrew Johnson (VP for Lincoln), Chester A. Arthur (VP for Garfield), Theodore Roosevelt(VP for McKinley), Calvin Coolidge (VP for Harding), Harry S. Truman (VP for F.D. Roosevelt), and Lyndon B. Johnson (VP for Kennedy). Vice-president Gerald Ford (VP for Nixon) took office because of President Nixon's resignation. The other vice presidents who became president were John Adams (VP for Washington), Thomas Jefferson, (VP for John Adams), Martin Van Buren (VP for Jackson), Richard M. Nixon (VP for Eisenhower) and George H. W. Bush (VP for Reagan). Of these six, all but Nixon were elected president immediately after serving as vice president. Nixon was defeated in 1960 but ran again and won in 1968.
Source here.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
- Bill Clinton's entire speech here.
Labels:
Bill Clinton,
forgiveness,
monica lewinsky,
president,
repentance,
USA
Friday, June 29, 2012
Labels:
China,
hamlet,
laurence olivier,
maxim,
revenge,
William Shakespeare
Monday, June 25, 2012
Hear me now
Oh, thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be
And the knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee
I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of La Mancha
My destiny calls and I go
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward
Whithersoever they blow
Will carry me onward
Whithersoever they blow
Whithersoever they blow
Onward to glory I go
- Man of La Mancha
- Man of La Mancha
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