Daily Archives: September 4, 2016

Poem – When the Music Began 

The first strike hits the key,  And the silence is gone,  As the music begins. And the notes seem to fly,  Off the page,  Swirling, dancing in the air The emotions swirl. The warmth and power That rises from the … Continue reading

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Poem – Lay his Sword By his Side

Lay his sword by his side — it hath served him too well  Not to rest near his pillow below;  To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell,  Its point was still turn’d to a flying foe.  … Continue reading

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Poem – Lalla Rookh 

“How sweetly,” said the trembling maid,  Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood– “How sweetly does the moon-beam smile To-night upon yon leafy isle! Oft in my fancy’s wanderings, … Continue reading

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Poem – In the Morning of Life

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,  And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,  When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,  And the light that surrounds us is all from within;  Oh … Continue reading

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