Today I am reminded of a fragment of a poem that I had learned in high school. It is by the Scottish poet — Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832). It is from his narrative poem, “The Lay of the Last Minstrel” … Continue reading →

Neil Diamond sings his Longfellow Serenade: I’ll weave his web of rhyme Upon the summer night We’ll leave this worldly time On his winged flight Then come, and as we lay Beside this sleepy glade There I will sing to … Continue reading →

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, “This is my own, my native land!” Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign … Continue reading →