Poem of the day – Blow, Bugle, Blow by Lord Alfred Tennyson THE splendour falls on castle walls ; And snowy summits old in story: ; The long light shakes across the lakes, ; And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. ; O hark, O ...
Jacob August Riis "When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before."
Jacob August ...
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