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not my words black its a quote from Charles Lindbergh 11th Sept 1941
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Not a poem about aviation.....this is from the First world war.......
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned, both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake, and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets the trenches there, And stretched forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! an angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one. Lt Wilfred Owen (Killed 4 Nov 1918 ) . |
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One of my favourite war poems.........
"Before Action" By all the glories of the day And the cool evening's benison By that last sunset touch that lay Upon the hills when day was done, By beauty lavishly outpoured And blessings carelessly received, By all the days that I have lived Make me a soldier, Lord. By all of all man's hopes and fears And all the wonders poets sing, The laughter of unclouded years, And every sad and lovely thing; By the romantic ages stored With high endeavour that was his, By all his mad catastrophes Make me a man, O Lord. I, that on my familiar hill Saw with uncomprehending eyes A hundred of thy sunsets spill Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, Ere the sun swings his noonday sword Must say good-bye to all of this; - By all delights that I shall miss, Help me to die, O Lord. Lt William Noel Hodgson MC W.N.Hodgson was the first son of Rt Rev Henry Hodgson 1st Bishop of Ipswich. Educated at Christ Church college Oxford, he was a brillant scholar and fine athlete. Known and admired as "Smiler" to his men, he wrote this poem shortly before going over the top on the 1st July 1916. He was killed along with many of his men within yards of the trench they stepped out of. Collected after the battle, Lt Hodgson and his men were buried in the shattered remains of the trench. They lay there to this day. The location today takes its name "Devonshire Cemetery after the 8th & 9th battalion of the Devonshire Regiment they belonged too. The entrance is marked with a stone tablet marked :- "The Devonshire's held this trench, The Devonshire's hold it still." . |
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цензуре!
Last edited by QBlackDeathQ; 06-20-2011 at 01:39 PM. |
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All his posts are now like that after the MODS deleted 3 or 4 or his theads yesterday because they went off topic
Shame because the pottery/poetry that was posted was quite deep and meaningful. |
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Stop fanning the flames! I do not care what you think; your thoughts and integrity are hollow. Last edited by QBlackDeathQ; 06-21-2011 at 07:15 PM. |
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Stop the attention seeking? Its really quite embarrasing to see, your acting so immature and pathetic. As for removing all your comments etc in threads and telling others "not to mention you" its just beyond a joke now. Stop with the "Censorship" or whatever it says in Russian, theiris no censorship!! You just violated the terms of the forum when you signed up, plain and simple. We've probably all done the same and posted something that a mod has removed.... but do you see us acting like this? Your an adult, a respectable one on this forum to. So please act like it. Theirs no hostility etc in my post either, so dont give me any abuse back if you can help it. Many thanks. |
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