Thursday, January 1, 2004

You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease Comments

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You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas.
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Chris Lane 11 June 2007

Quite a brilliant poem, I find these lines in particular, most prophetic, Should banded unions persecute Opinion, and induce a time When single thought is civil crime, And individual freedom mute;

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