tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83206795268293968972011-07-08T12:04:41.839-07:00Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08002812799987849776noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320679526829396897.post-30800184008352875032009-12-22T04:57:00.000-08:002009-12-22T05:08:05.092-08:00This poem was introduced in literary appreciation class yesterday. Such a beautiful poem. I almost cried after hearing my lecturer recite it. It's not every day that I come across writings that stir my emotions so greatly. The poet's expression for his nation is truly inspiring. "I am England" was what he was saying. I don't suppose many of us have a passion so great for our country so much so that we are able to say that, but I do desire that one day, I'd be able to say it from the core of my heart that "I am Malaysia"<br /><br />The Soldier by Rupert Brooke<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, helvetica;font-size:85%;">If I should die, think only this of me:<br /> That there's some corner of a foreign field<br />That is for ever England. There shall be<br /> In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;<br />A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,<br /> Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,<br />A body of England's, breathing English air,<br /> Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.<br /></span><p> <span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, helvetica;font-size:85%;">And think, this heart, all evil shed away,<br /> A pulse in the eternal mind, no less<br /> Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;<br />Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;<br /> And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,<br /> In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.<br /></span></p><p> <span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, helvetica;font-size:85%;">Rupert Brooke, 1914</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320679526829396897-3080018400835287503?l=liz-eccy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08002812799987849776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320679526829396897.post-46936557413348704472009-12-17T05:01:00.000-08:002009-12-22T04:56:13.455-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">The main reason I decided to start a blog is because my literature lecturer has requested that everyone taking his class do so. No, I'm not complaining. I'm merely stating the reason why I suddenly made this decision. After all, I'd like to do well for this class *smiles* But yeah, I've been thinking of starting a blog for quite sometime now. After much procrastination, I guess I'm "forced" to do so, all for a good cause, I believe. And I look forward to writing more posts in the future. I can just imagine what my friends would be saying.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Friends: You finally started a blog!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Me: *Nods* Yes, yes I have.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">And now you have it. Liz is not only reading blogs now. She's finally started one. *Clap clap clap* </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So much for introduction=)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320679526829396897-4693655741334870447?l=liz-eccy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08002812799987849776noreply@blogger.com2