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Director:Eric BossWriters:Eric Aronson and Paul StantonMiramax; PG; 90 minutesRelease:10/01Cast:Lance Bass, Joey Fatone, Emmanuelle Chriqui If you can name each (heck, any) individual member…George Santayana: As in the Midst of Battle there is Room
As in the Midst of Battle there is RoomGeorge SantayanaAs in the midst of battle there is room For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth; As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth Spied…A Boy's Will: Mowing
by Robert Frost The Vantage PointGoing for WaterMowing He takes up life simply with the small tasks. THERE was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe…John Keats: Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
The day is gone, and all its s...I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love!Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the…John Keats: I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love!
Four Seasons fill the measure ...If by dull rhymes our English ...I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-…John Keats: On a Dream
Ode to MayOn a Leander Gem Which a Young...On a Dream As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So…Fantastic Fables by Ambrose Bierce: Two in Trouble
A Causeway The Witch's Steed Two in Trouble MEETING a fat and patriotic Statesman on his way to Washington to beseech the President for an office, an idle Tramp accosted him and…Poem: The Bee
Poem 58 Poem 60 The Bee Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry…William Shakespeare: Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
Is it thy will, thy image should keep openIs it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to…William Shakespeare: Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long
Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so longWhere art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song…