On Sun, 22 Sep 2019 08:10:10 -0400, Gary <
w...@wre.com> wrote:
>Before about 43 BC -- the English were Beaker people.
>
>
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Beaker-folk
>
>Then the Romans came along and introduced the Beaker people to
>civilization. Romans spent almost 500 years guiding the English.
>And when they finally left, the English continued to develop -- and
>became a great people -- and empire.
The Romans in Britain and the British Empire
were separated by a thousand years and
different populations.
>
>> Those Celts were
>>driven out of England later by Germans (Angles and
>>Saxons, who are the "English" now). The "original"
>>Celts in England were killed or driven out to Wales,
>>Ireland, and Scotland, where I guess they joined
>>the Celts already in those places.
>>
>> My ancestors swung from a bigotree than
>>your ancestors, as I sometimes like to say.
>>
>> All this racist stuff reminds me of the old
>>proverb "O what a tangled web we weave,
>>when first we practice to deceive"
>
>The best thought I ever read in the line of a poem is this one:
>
>"Tell me not in mournful numbers that life is but an empty dream.. for
>the soul is dead that slumbers ... and things are not what they
>seem."
If that's the best thought you ever read
in a poem, you don't have much, or any,
feeling for poetry. It doesn't even "scan":
part of the reason for which is the word
"that", which you probably inserted due to
faulty memory since metrically it's like
tripping over a crack in the pavement.
After the ellipsis, "things are never
what they seem." would be much better
metrically, but even after those fixes,
the poem still isn't much:
Tell me not in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream,
For the soul is dead that slumbers -
Things are never what they seem.
---
In contrast with that, Here's a "great"
short poem:
Ozymandias
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Notes: Ozymandias is Ramses II, usually
regarded as the "greatest" of the pharaohs.
"Mocked" above means "crafted", as in
"making a mock-up". "The heart that fed"
is the heart of the powerful Ramses II, full
of pride and selfishness and uncaring of
"commoners" except as pawns to be
sacrificed to feed his ambitions. "Survive"
as used above is a transitive verb, as in
"A child survives his parents".