Wednesday, December 23, 2009
See You in the 10's...
Wishing you all a safe and restful holiday/vacation break. See you in the new decade....
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Think:
O Me! O Life!
O ME O life!...of the questions of these recurring: Of the endless trains of the faithless-- of cities fill'd with the foolish;.... What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-- that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
O ME O life!...of the questions of these recurring: Of the endless trains of the faithless-- of cities fill'd with the foolish;.... What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-- that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Think:
"THE DEAD POET'S SOCIETY"
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
- Dead Poet's Society
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O Captain! My Captain!
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; >From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
- Dead Poet's Society
**********
O Captain! My Captain!
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; >From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Brit Lit:
Today in class we worked on our 1st draft of your paper due tomorrow.
Reminder: Secret Santa gifts are due this Wed.
Reminder: Secret Santa gifts are due this Wed.
Think:
Every time you lick a stamp, you are consuming 1/10th of a calorie. At least they could make them cookie flavoured....
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