"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Monday, September 26, 2005
Spiorad na nGael
Hear, Hear. That's the way, Irish.
As for the old days and troubled dreams:
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow Raze out the written troubles of the brain -- Macbeth, A5,S3.
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