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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
I shall mourn as thou preparest for thy demise At morning's light, whence you shall die on the morrow, Thou doth stand tall in spite of thy youth's statured size, Harken thee one thing, as speak through mother's sorrow, My noble son, thou hast fought the popish soldiers Who in their cowardice art half as strong as thee, Thou hath conquered with conviction, King's armingers. In thy execution, thou shall win life's victory, Lo, as David to Goliath, with shepherd's sling, Thou have met on field of honor, the Philistine, Though thy life is taken, thy name will honor bring, In heart of every freeman, ever shall they dene, T'was knight of Garter's order; ever shall they sing, Of martyr who would never, kneel to unjust king. [This message has been edited by Tim (edited 08-18-99).] |
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lenny Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 63front royal, va. u.s.a. |
I thank thee thine august offering. 'Twas well rendered me lord. ------------------ lenny |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Geesh...... One more time for Tim, folks...  ------------------ Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done: For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits, Than I am sure I have in my whole five. ~ ²1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75 |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Thank you both kindly for your nice comments. |
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