All the best art that survives time comes from the right, because its grounded in truth and beauty which is hard fought and wrestled for. The left can only at best copy, and imitation might be fine, but most often they only twists, distorts, and create perversions of truth and beauty. They make a mockery of art.
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 suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
All the best art that survives time comes from the right, because its grounded in truth and beauty which is hard fought and wrestled for. The left can only at best copy, and imitation might be fine, but most often they only twists, distorts, and create perversions of truth and beauty. They make a mockery of art.
Could I get your opinion on this one?
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 suddently bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When Time shall count from the date That the Saxon began to hate.
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