VLVL the collapse of the Youth Movement

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In a message dated 2/22/04 12:49:57 PM, lycidas2 at earthlink.net writes:

<< With all due respect,  respectfully and all, your
feminst-free-love-power-of-the V reading of Frenesi is absurd. Like
Paul, I thought you were just funning with us, playing my favorite tune,
but now you are entrenched, machine gun banging bullets into the dark
outback. Maybe it's time to move on to Brock's charisma or something? >>

    She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; 
           And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips 
    Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, 
           Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: 
    Ay, in the very temple of Delight 
           Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, 
          Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue 
           Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; 
    His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, 
          And be among her cloudy trophies hung. 

http://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/melan.html


repsectfully