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Jim Loy
{K:31373} 7/6/2010
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This is my favorite of the Quatrains. In 1600 Shakespear wrote much like this in Hamlet:
Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel? Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!
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Saad Salem
{K:89003} 7/3/2010
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Said one among them—”Surely not in vain
My substance of the common Earth was ta’en
And to this Figure molded, to be broke,
Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.”
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Saad Salem
{K:89003} 7/3/2010
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I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
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Saad Salem
{K:89003} 7/3/2010
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And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter’d on The Grass,
And in Thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made one—turn down an empty Glass!
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Saad Salem
{K:89003} 7/3/2010
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For I remember stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur’d—”Gently, Brother, gently, pray!”
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Saad Salem
{K:89003} 7/3/2010
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sir,
I am asking again my previous request.
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Roger Skinner
{K:81846} 7/3/2010
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nice .. I guess they probly tipped a cow there eh
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