Monday, May 13, 2013

Hateful Poetry Corner

Though much is taken, much abides; 
And though we are not now that strength which in old days 
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; 
One equal temper of heroic hearts, 
Made weak by time and fate, 
But strong in will to strive, 
To seek, to find, and not to yield.

                              Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)   


Anonymous Dave said...

by Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy -- willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.


"This destiny does not tire, nor can it be broken, and its mantle of
strength descends upon those in its service." - Francis Parker Yockey,

7:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thought you might like this - "The Pleasures Of Anti-Semitism"

11:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The interesting thing is, Tennyson probably would have agreed with the NF politically.

4:18 PM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home