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	<description>To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.</description>
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		<title>This is Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 07:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<title>The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 02:50:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the evening cold and gray, To a chasm vast and deep and wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream had no fear for him; But he turned when safe on the other side And built a bridge to span the tide. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Opportunity : Edward Rowland Sill</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 16:45:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[THIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:&#8211; There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince&#8217;s banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When Nature Wants a Man &#8211; Angela Morgan</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:45:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[ardor]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[When Nature wants to drill a man And thrill a man, And skill a man, When Nature wants to mould a man To play the noblest part; When she yearns with all her heart To create so great and bold a man That all the world shall praise&#8211; Watch her method, watch her ways! How [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Quitter &#8211; Robert William Service</title>
		<link>http://eaglewriting.com/the-quitter-robert-william-service/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[best game]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Death]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Man]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[raw deal]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you&#8217;re lost in the Wild, and you&#8217;re scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you&#8217;re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: &#8220;Fight all you can,&#8221; And self-dissolution is barred. In [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pioneers! O Pioneers! &#8211; Walt Whitman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 12:37:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pioneers! O Pioneers! COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? Have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Psalm of Life &#8211; Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</title>
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		<comments>http://eaglewriting.com/a-psalm-of-life-henry-wadsworth-longfellow/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 06:47:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Nation’s Strength &#8211; Ralph Waldo Emerson</title>
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		<comments>http://eaglewriting.com/a-nation%e2%80%99s-strength-ralph-waldo-emerson/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 12:33:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[blood]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[What makes a nation’s pillars high And its foundations strong? What makes it mighty to defy The foes that round it throng? It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand Go down in battle shock; Its shafts are laid on sinking sand, Not on abiding rock. Is it the sword? Ask the red dust Of empires [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Youth &#8211; Samuel Ullman</title>
		<link>http://eaglewriting.com/youth-samuel-ullman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:06:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Say not the Struggle Naught Availeth &#8211; Arthur Hugh Clough</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:58:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Eagle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Say not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been, things remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e&#8217;en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. [...]]]></description>
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