In his room doth he sit
Still their by
Their by he remains,
Still their by.
No time doth he note,
Knoweth he not
That time doth it pass
To come their no more
Still their by.
“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
In his room doth he sit
Still their by
Their by he remains,
Still their by.
No time doth he note,
Knoweth he not
That time doth it pass
To come their no more
Still their by.
He was angry
Was he naught.
To be naught
Was he then
To be then,
This angry naught.
She loved him then,
Or did she naught.
To then, they this
Knew then not.
I asketh It still
The poetry,
from whence doeth it come.
Yet heal'th it does,
And renews again.
My muze,
Maybe Milton,
He is
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Hugh B. Brown as a young soldier in the Canadian forces. |
George MacDonald with son Ronald (right) and daughter Mary (left) in 1864. Photograph by Lewis Carroll. |
This is the covenant my wife and mother have kept.
Living with one with autism can be a burden even when my mother had no name for it and did not understand it.
TAMMY WYNETTE LYRICS
"Stand By Your Man"
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times
Doin' things that you don't understand
But if you love him, you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him, oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a man.
Stand by your man, give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely.
Stand by your man, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can.
Stand by your man.
Stand by your man, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can.
Stand by your man.
SONGWRITERS
BILLY SHERRILL;TAMMY WYNETTE
PUBLISHED BY
EMI AL GALLICO MUSIC CORP.