Showing posts with label Mission. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mission. Show all posts

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Fort Griffin

Fort Griffin
Churchill
Colina
Montana
Mission
Forty
40
Prevention
Indonesia
Syrup
Comodo Dragon

Psalm28:8-9
"The LORD is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.
Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever."

Ecclesiastes 3:11
“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.”


Chess: "Fort Griffin" "Forty" "Churchill"




"not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of the world"~~~Shakespeare








Fort Griffin State Historic Site: Ornate metal plaque




 



FORT GRIFFIN

La CONQUISTA DEL OESTE es una ACCIÓN, CANCIÓN y una METÁFORA del PLAN de Dios para la Humanidad!

La dialéctica o tensión entre FORTY y COMANCHE ( Fort and Eating) podemos visualisarla meditando en estos dos versículos:






"We will destroy them!’ Matark decreed, and with a mixture of fear and joy the old men ran out to reveal the decision to the braves. They knew that judged by the long years, this strategy must fail, but they also knew that it was a gesture which had to be made. The odds against them were tremendous, for they knew how few in number they were and how powerful that line of Texas forts could be, crammed with blue-clad soldiers. The Comanche could recite the fearful names: Fort Richardson in the north, the new Fort Griffin, Fort McKavett, Fort Concho where the many rivers met, Fort Stockton to the west, Fort Davis, strongest of all beneath the mountains, Fort Bliss at the Rio Grande, and a dozen more."~~~James A. Michener: TEXAS. Ch.10 The Fort


 














 










 



  "Because the nature of Indian warfare on the Texas range must be understood if the history of Texas is to be appreciated, it must be recorded that during a span of about thirty years dozens of farmers and ranchers and traders were killed each year by the Indians, an awesome total. But it was the manner in which they were killed that enraged the settlers and made any peace with the Indians impossible."~~~James A. Michener: TEXAS. Ch.10 The Fort



Credit...Lauryn Ishak for The New York Times
 
Chess: "Fort Griffin" "Churchill" "Colina" "Montana" "Mission" "Forty" "40" "Prevention" "Indonesia" "Syrup" "Comodo Dragon"

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Virgil

Virgil
Pound Sterling
Merchant
"Mercantilismo en Venecia" 
Buckingham Palace's Gardens
Merchant of Venice
Mission

Psalm 44:12
"Thou sellest thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price."




Cobblestone Street, Barcelona, Spain


"kept his lips closed with the expression of a man inwardly laughing"~~~T.S. Stribling



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Banca en los jardines de Buckingham Palace




















"The prelude was as iridescent as a prism in a morning room."~~~Carson McCullers


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No es el Laguito Philips de La Garita, ni una calle en San Felipe de Alajuelita, es un laguito artificial en la residencia del Príncipe Felipe y la Reina Isabel II, o sea en los jardines de Buckingham Palace.
"The prelude was as iridescent as a prism in a morning room."~~~Carson McCullers





Praga









Chess: “ Pound Sterling” "Virgil" "Merchant"  "Buckingham Palace's Gardens" "Merchant of Venice" "Mission"

To Virgil
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
(1809-1892)

Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of
Virgil's Death
 
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;

Landscape-lover, lord of language
more than he that sang the Works and Days,
All the chosen coin of fancy
flashing out from many a golden phrase;

Thou that singest wheat and woodland,
tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd;
All the charm of all the Muses
often flowering in a lonely word;

Poet of the happy Tityrus
piping underneath his beechen bowers;
Poet of the poet-satyr
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;

Chanter of the Pollio, glorying
in the blissful years again to be,
Summers of the snakeless meadow,
unlaborious earth and oarless sea;

Thou that seest Universal
Nature moved by Universal Mind;
Thou majestic in thy sadness
at the doubtful doom of human kind;

Light among the vanished ages;
star that gildest yet this phantom shore;
Golden branch amid the shadows,
kings and realms that pass to rise no more;

Now thy Forum roars no longer,
fallen every purple Caesar's dome -
Tho' thine ocean-roll of rhythm
sound for ever of Imperial Rome -

Now the Rome of slaves hath perished,
and the Rome of freemen holds her place,
I, from out the Northern Island
sundered once from all the human race,

I salute thee, Mantovano,
I that loved thee since my day began,
Wielder of the stateliest measure
ever moulded by the lips of man.