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New quotes for Wed Nov 17
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Wed Nov 17 06:36:59 1993
Date: Wed, 17 Nov 1993 06:36:15 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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blackcat (Daniel K Sheldon):
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hch (Hernando Cortina):
I'm continually AMAZED at th'breathtaking effects of WIND EROSION!!
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mwhitson (Michael J Whitson):
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rjbarbal (Richard J. Barbalace):
I am no longer a student. I am - once again - an unemployed, lifeless dropout.
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Say, Love, if ever thou didst find
A woman with a constant mind?
None but one.
And what should that rare mirror be,
Some Goddess or some Queen is she?
She, she, she, and only she,
She only Queen of love and beauty.
But could thy fiery poison'd dart
At no time touch her spotless heart,
Nor come near?
She is not subject to Love's bow,
Her eye commands, her heart saith No,
No, no, no, and only no,
One No another still doth follow.
How might I that fair wonder know
That mocks desire with endless No?
See the moon
That ever in one change doth grow,
Yet still the same, and she is so,
So, so, so, and only so,
From heav'n her virtues she doth borrow.
To her then yield thy shafts and bow,
That can command affections so.
Love is free;
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee,
There is no Queen of love but she,
She, she, she, and only she,
She only Queen of love and beauty.
- John Dowland, 1563-1626
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of mankind is man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused or disabused;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
- From "An Essay on Man", Alexander Pope
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye (unus'd to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
- Sonnet XXX, Shakespeare
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therese (Therese):
Beethoven's gone but his music lives on
and Mozart don't go shopping no more.
You'll never meet Liszt or Brahms again
and Elgar doesn't answer the door.
Schubert and Chopin used to chuckle and
love whiles composing their long symphony.
But one hundred and fifty years later
there's very little of them left to see.
The decomposing composers.
There's nothing much anyone can do.
You can still hear Beethoven
but Beethoven cannot hear you.
H{ndel and Haydn and Rachmaninov
enjoyed a nice drink with their meal.
But nowadays no one will serve them
and their grave it is left to conceal.
Verdi and Wagner delighted the crowds
with their highly original sound.
The pianos like Pleyel does still working
but thereabout six feet under ground.
The decomposing composers.
There's less of them every year.
You can say what you like to Debussy
but there's not much of him left to hear.
Claude Achille Debussy. Died 1918.
Christoph Willibald Gluck. Died 1787.
Carl Maria von Weber. Not at all well 1825. Died 1826.
Giacomo Meyerbeer. Still alive 1863. Not still alive 1864.
Modest Musorgski. 1880 going to parties. No fun any more 1881.
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