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A few favorite poems, all very old.

I Left My Low And Humble Home

I left my low and humble home
Far from my Father's fields to roam
My peacefull cot no more had charms,
My only joy was War's alarms.
I panted for the field of fight
I gaz'd upon the deathless light,
Which o'er the Hero's grave is shed,
The glorious memory of the dead.
Ambition Show'd a distant star,
That shed its radiance bright and far,
And pointed to a path which led
O'er heaps of dying and of dead;
Onward I press'd with eager feet,
And War's dread thunder still would greet
My reckless ears. Where'er I trod,
I saw the green and verdant sod,
Turn red with blood of slaughter'd foes,
And fury veil'd in smoke arose,
I gain'd the envied height; and there,
I sigh'd for that lone cottage, where
The early hours of life flew by,
On wings of youthfull ecstasy.
Too late I found that Glory's ray,
Could never bring one happy day.

-- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Earthly Pomp

Oh, earthly pomp is but a dream
And like a meteor's short-lived gleam;
And all the sons of glory soon
Will rest beneath the mould'ring stone.
And Genius is a star whose light
Is soon to sink in endless night,
And heavenly beauty's angel form
Will bend like flower in winter's storm.

-- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-- I have not seen
As others saw-- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-- in my childhood-- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When all of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

-- Edgar Allan Poe

I am a jack of all trades and master of none..

am the eternal student always seeking to improve my skills.

I believe to know your own faults is only half the battle... My favorite saying is "seize the day"
History is my favorite subject, at the moment I am researching Viscount Lord Hiraito Nelson, a noble yet flawed hero, and perhaps the gratest navel officer to ever sail the seas...
I was married on 10-04-03 To my lovely wife.

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Ap Poets that I admire:
masterblaster, smoothe one, Tam, Hatstand,
toasted-lemming, Individuality, voices,
kendalpalmer, onerios, Eusebius.


I am in process of publishing some of my poems at lulu.com
the store front is here http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1041297
Thank you for your support!


(Which will be under my usual pen name R. T. Leonard)

My screne name is my middle name which was given to me by my father, and it is my Grandmother's maiden name. I was born in the United States, So I qualify as American. I am of Irish/Sweedish/Portugese and Spanish descent If you need to know anything more about me just ask.
I will be updating tis sooner or later... Cheers! Robert

Ps. (Post script) Please forgive me if I say
something that disargees with your keen senses,
for I mean no harm. It is my disatvantage
to not see in the proper light at times.
I am forever striving to learn the proper
techneiques of classic form, always the eternal
student, I seek to learn all that I can.