Shashank Singh

Poem By Lord Byron

shashank — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 21:24:26 +0000

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society,where none intrudes,
By the deep sea,and music in its roar:
I love not man the less,but Nature more…

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Immortal lines by Marc Bloch

shashank — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:02:10 +0000

I could liken myself to an explorer making a rapid survey of the horizon before plunging into thickets from which the wider view is no longer possible.The gaps in my account are naturally enormous I have done my best not to conceal any deficiencies, whether in the state of our knowledge in general or in my own documentation… When the time comes for my own work to be superseded by studies of deeper penetration, I shall feel well rewarded if confrontation with my false conjectures has made history learn the truth about herself.

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A Poem By Robert Frost

shashank — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:50:10 +0000

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler,long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth ;

Then took the other,as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh,I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever comeback.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two roads diverged in a wood,and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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