That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.

Good people all, with one acord, Lament for Madame Blaize, Who never wanted a good word - From those who spoke her praise.

O Memory! thou fond deceiver.

As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent.

Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you. Georgia, oh Georgia, no peace I find... Just an…

As you turned to go I heard you call my name, You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly 'The old ways are lost,' you sang as you flew And I won…

Last Thursday, at the Harvard Square theatre, I saw my rock'n'roll past flash before my eyes. And I saw something else: I saw rock and roll future and its name…