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When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears.
This is an excerpt from "Thanatopsis", by William Cullen Bryant. Why do I know it at all? Not because I have studied poetry, or even idly read much of it. No, I know this bit because it was set to some simple acoustic guitar music in the episode of Space Ghost Coast to Coast entitled "Terminal".
See? TV's not good for nothin'.
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears.
This is an excerpt from "Thanatopsis", by William Cullen Bryant. Why do I know it at all? Not because I have studied poetry, or even idly read much of it. No, I know this bit because it was set to some simple acoustic guitar music in the episode of Space Ghost Coast to Coast entitled "Terminal".
See? TV's not good for nothin'.