Lonely Cottage

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  “Among the few features of agricultural England which retain an appearance but little modified by the lapse of centuries, may be reckoned the high, grassy and furzy downs, coombs, or ewe-leases, as they are indifferently called, that fill a large area of certain counties in the south and south-west. If any mark of human occupation is met with hereon, it usually takes the form of the solitary cottage of some shepherd. Fifty years ago such a lonely cottage stood on such a down, and may possibly be standing there now. In spite of its loneliness, however, the spot, by actual measurement, was not more than five miles from a county-town. Yet that affected it little. Five miles of irregular upland, during the long inimical seasons, with their sleets, snows, rains, and mists, afford withdrawing space enough to isolate a Timon or a Nebuchadnezzar; much less, in fair weather, to please that less repellent tribe, the poets, philosophers, artists, and others who “conceive and meditate of ple...

Caravan

“In a world lit only by fire
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by

The caravan thunders onward
To the distant dream of the city
The caravan carries me onward
On my way at last, on my way at last . . .

I can't stop thinking big”
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“Caravan” by Rush
Songwriters: Alex Lifeson / Geddy Lee / Neil Elwood Peart

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