gri_2003_m_46_b03_f08_047
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- 65966311 - Preacher357
- 66308138 - maewe
- 66331243 - mikethebike2
- 66391349 - wildcat2704
- WINNER - 66482163 - JanetCormack
- 66492877 - not-logged-in-02c4f31ea939ca8e3973
65966311 - Preacher357
EPICEDE FOR KATHARINE A. ESDAILEWhat irregular admixture
Of the elements could so corrupt
This scholar as to rob Nature
Of the chronicler who kept
Death pinned to the pages of Cesare Ripa,
Recording the menu of Death's dry supper.
Too much of earth, perhaps, to keep
This scholar from her quest of death:
Too much water that she had to weep,
Learned tears like the dust that takes by stealth.
Now, alas, I fear she cannot tell
The worm from the obelisk with the flame finial.
Melancholy obsequies,
Put purple on the consoles for a year,
Consider the escutcheon:
Monumental effigies,
Summon a mystical tear
For her who enters the limestone pantheon.
Musical and singing putti,
Keep back fearful Silence
Wit her snakes that writhe and flutter:
Carry to Inteligence
This donor of erudition, from her bier
To the harmonious heavenly spheres.
Forgetfulness is a primitive tribal custom,
In the Flux beyond recorded history,
Thant desolate plaque with anonymous barrows
Where death is shapeless as a flood or phantom.
Against oblivion in the morbid future
I write a name in the foxed register of history,
The name of Esdaile and the summer that borrows
The date nineteen-fifty from her figured contour.
By memory we can outwit
Death who would level
The moron and the scholor:
Complex as a jesuit
The living must rebel
Against the Avatar.
66308138 - maewe
EPICEDE FOR KATHARINE A. ESDAILEWhat irreglar admixture
Of the elements could so corrupt
This scholar as to rob Nature
Of the chronicler who kept
Death pinned to the pages of Cesare Ripa,
Recording the menu of Death's dry supper.
Too much of earth, perhaps, to keep
This scholar from her quest of death:
Too much water that she had to weep,
Learned tears like the dust that takes by stealth.
Now, alas, I fear she cannot tell
The worm from the Oberlisk with the flame finial.
Melancholy obsequies,
Put purple on the consoles for a year,
Consider the escutcheon:
Monumental effigies,
Summon a mystical tear
For her who enters the limestone pantheon.
Musical and singing putti
Keep back fearful Silence
Wit her snakes that writhe and flutter:
Carry to Intelligence
This donor of erudition, from her bier
To the harmonious heavenly spheres.
Forgetfulness is a primitive tribal custom,
In the flux beyond recorded history,
That desolate plaque with anonymous barrows
Where death is shapeless as a flood or phantom.
Against oblivion in the morbid future
I write a name in the foxed register of history,
The name of Esdaile and the summer that borrows
The date nineteen-fifty from her figured contour.
By memory we can outwit
Death who would level
The moron and the scholar:
Complex as a jesuit
The living must rebel
Against the Avatar.
66331243 - mikethebike2
EPICEDE FOR KATHARINE A. ESDAILEWhat irregular admixture Of the elements could so corrupt This scholar as to rob Nature Of the chronicler who kept Death pinned to the pages of Cesare Ripa, Recording the menu of Death's dry supper.
Too much of earth, perhaps, to keep This scholar from her quest of death: Too much water that she had to weep, Learned tears like the dust that takes by stealth. Now, alas, I fear she cannot tell The worm from the obelisk with the flame finial.
Meloncholy obsequies, Put purple on the console for a year, Consider the escutcheon: monumental effigies, Summon a mystical tear for her who enters the limestone partheon.
Musical and singing putti, Keep back fearful Silence Wither snakes that writhe and flutter:Carry to intelligence This donor of erudition, from her bier To the harmonious heavenly spheres.
Forgetfulness is a primitive tribal custom, In the flux beyond recorded history, That the desolate plaque with anonymous barrows Where death is shapeless as a flood or phantom. Against oblivion in the morbid future I write a name in the foxed register of history, The name of Esdaile and the summer that borrows The date nineteen-fifty from her figured contour.
By memory we can outwit Death who would level The moron and the scholar: Complex as a jesuit The living must rebel Against the Avatar.
66391349 - wildcat2704
EPICEDE FOR KATHARINE A. ESDAILEWhat irregular admixture
Of the elements could so corrupt
This scholar as to rob Nature
Of the chronicler who kept
Death pinnned to the pages of Cesare Ripa,
Recording the menu of Death's dry supper.
Too much of earth, perhaps, to keep
This scholar from her quest of death:
Too much water that she had to weep,
Learned tears like the dust that takes by stealth.
Now, alas, I fear she cannot tell
The worm from the obelisk with the flame finial.
Melancholy obsequies,
Put purple on the consoles for a year,
Consider the escutcheon:
Monumental effigies,
Summon a mystical tear
For her who enters the limestone pantheon.
Musical and singing putti,
Keep back fearful Silence
Wit her snakes that writhe and flutter:
Carry to Intelligence
This donor of erudition, from her bier
To the harmonious heavenly spheres.
Forgetfulness is a primitive tribal custom,
In the flux beyond recorded history,
That desolate plaque with anonymous barrows
Where death is shapeless as a flood or phantom.
Against oblivion in the morbid future of history,
I write a name in the foxed register of history,
The name of Esdaile and the summer that borrows
The date ninteen-fifty from her figured contour.
By memory we can outwit
Death who would level
The moron and the scholar:
Complex as a jesuit
The living must rebel
Against the Avatar.
WINNER - 66482163 - JanetCormack
EPICEDE FOR KATHARINE A. ESDAILEWhat irregular admixture
Of the elements could so corrupt
This scholaras to rob Nature
Of the chronicler who kept
Death pinned to the pages of Cesare Ripa,
Recording the menu of Death's dry supper.
Too much of earth, perhaps, to keep
This scholar from her quest of death:
Too much water that she had to weep,
Learned tears like the dust that takes by stealth.
Now, alas, I fear she cannot tell
The worm from the obelisk with the flame finial.
Melancholy obsequies,
Put purple on the consoles for a year,
Consider the escutcheon:
Monumental effigies,
Summon a mystical tear
For her who enters the limestone pantheon.
Musical and singing putti,
Keep back fearful Silence
Wit her snakes that writhe and flutter:
Carry to Intelligence
This donor of erudition, from her bier
To the harmonious heavenly spheres.
Forgetfulness is a primitive tribal custom,
In the flux beyond recorded history,
That desolate plaque with anonymous barrows
Where death is shapeless as a flood or phantom.
Against oblivion in the morbid future
I write a name in the foxed register of history,
The name of Esdaile and the summer that borrows
The date nineteen-fifty from her figured contour.
By memory we can outwit
Death who would level
The moron and the scholar:
Complex as a jesuit
The living must rebel
Against the Avatar.
66492877 - not-logged-in-02c4f31ea939ca8e3973
EPICEDE FOR KATHARINE A. ESDAILEWhat irregular admixture
Of the elements could be so corrupt
This scholar as to rob Nature
Of the chronicler who kept
Death pinned to the pages of Cesare Ripa,
Recording the menu of Death's dry supper.
Too much of earth, perhaps, to keep
This scholar from her quest of death:
Too much water that she had to weep,
Learned tears like the dust that takes by stealth.
Now, alas, I fear she cannot tell
The worm from the obelisk with the flame finial.
Melancholy obsequies,
Put purple on the consoles for a year.
Consider the escutcheon:
Monumental effigies,
Summon a mystical tear
For her who enters the limestone pantheon.
Musical and singing putti,
Keep back fearful Silence
Wit her snakes that writhe and flutter:
Carry to Intelligence
This donor of erudition, from her bier
To the harmonious heavenly spheres.
Forgetfulness is a primitive tribal custom,
In the flux beyond recorded history,
That desolate plaque with anonymous barrows
Where death is shapeless as a flood or phantom.
Against oblivion in the morbid future
I write a name in the foxed register of history,
The name of Esdaile and the summer that borrows
The date nineteen-fifty from her figured contour.
By memory we can outwit
Death who would level
The moron and the scholar:
Complex as a jesuit
The living must rebel
Against the Avatar.