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What Became of Grant Heights? 2
(or, Let's Class This Joint Up With Some Poetry!)
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Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. Song From Juvenile Poems, Thomas Moore |
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was once Grant Heights, U.S. Military Family Housing Complex and the home of Narimasu Tokyo American High School |
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The same look which she turn'd when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms, Thomas Moore |
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Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. Oh think not my Spirits are always as light, Thomas Moore |
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The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. Rubáiyát, Omar Khayyám |
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Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Intimations of Immortality,William Wordsworth |
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I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. The Fire-Worshippers, Thomas Moore |
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A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood. Imitation of Horace, Jonathan Swift |
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he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. Psalm 103:15-16, Old Testament |
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Improve each moment as it flies! Life 's a short summer, man a flower; He dies--alas! how soon he dies! Winter. An Ode, Samuel Johnson |
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