(Day 11) On swan ponds and pomp and circumstance...
The long road of life lies before you! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th'ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Shakespeare, Othello (Act III, Scene iii) Like a proud music that draws men on to die Madly upon the spears in martial ecstasy, A measure that sets heaven in all their veins And iron in their hands. I hear the Nation march Beneath her ensign as an eagle's wing; O'er shield and sheeted targe The banners of my faith most gaily swing; Moving to victory with solemn noise, With worship and with conquest, and the voice of myriads. Lord de Tabley's, The March of Glory No entry yesterday. I was too tired. Errands in the morning. Errands in the early afternoon. A visit to the Swan Pond followed by the Grand March... I was asleep in the chair by 9PM... It was a wonderful day for pictures and I took lots of them. Lots because if Justi...