Originally posted by MrGongGong
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A thread for people to say whatever about that dawned Dream of Gerontius
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As a (mildly frustrated) follower of this thread and Host, I feel it may be helpful to suggest, in the absence of elucidation from Bryn, that its subject is The Dream of Gerontius. Of course I may be mistaken, since others have taken what seem to be radically different interpretations of the thread title!
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Originally posted by Bryn View PostDamned predictive text. The thread title should not read "dawned".
Do you want 'darned' or 'damned'?It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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For interest, information or ''whatever''
I have a copy of the Dream of Gerontius by Cardinal Newman. It is a little red book published in 1917 by Longmans, Green, and Co. It belonged to my father.
Inscribed on the front end papers, in his own 13-year-old handwriting:
" To W...... G. OD......
From Father McGinnis Chaplain to HM forces Tidworth 15th Dec 1919''
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Originally posted by kernelbogey View PostAs a (mildly frustrated) follower of this thread and Host, I feel it may be helpful to suggest, in the absence of elucidation from Bryn, that its subject is The Dream of Gerontius. Of course I may be mistaken, since others have taken what seem to be radically different interpretations of the thread title!
Seems fine to me unless you want everything sewn up
Originally posted by Bryn View PostIn true Scratch tradition, take your pick. They carry near equal weight.
Don't let the slippery merchants pin you down
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Originally posted by eighthobstruction View Post....And while the storm of that bewilderment
Is for a season spent,
And ere afresh the ruin on me fall,
Use well the interval....Originally posted by Petrushka View Post'It is the restless panting of their being;
Like beasts of prey, who, caged within their bars,
In a deep hideous purring have their life
And an incessant pacing to and fro'
I see the sun is over the yard-arm
cheers
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