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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>THIRD PERSON IMPERATIVES



“…what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.”</description><title>Third Person Imperatives</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @3rdpersonimperatives)</generator><link>http://3rdpersonimperatives.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I am convinced that composers of beautiful art, no less than the...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DwHpDOWhkGk?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am convinced that composers of beautiful art, no less than the authors of Scripture, are the inspired communicators of God’s beauty.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://3rdpersonimperatives.tumblr.com/post/22872458101</link><guid>http://3rdpersonimperatives.tumblr.com/post/22872458101</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 21:04:34 -0400</pubDate><category>Bach</category><category>Cello</category><category>Music</category><category>Inspiration</category><category>Beauty</category><dc:creator>ohpresidentsunday</dc:creator></item><item><title>John Donne: Holy Sonnets</title><description>&lt;p&gt;XIV&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;BATTER my heart, three person’d God; for, you &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow mee,’and bend &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I, like an usurpt towne, to’another due, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Labour to’admit you, but Oh, to no end, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yet dearely’I love you,’and would be loved faine, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But am bethroth’d unto your enemie: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Divorce mee,’untie or breake that knot againe, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://3rdpersonimperatives.tumblr.com/post/22362660303</link><guid>http://3rdpersonimperatives.tumblr.com/post/22362660303</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 22:42:05 -0400</pubDate><category>John Donne</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Metaphysical Poets</category><category>Sin</category><dc:creator>ohpresidentsunday</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>
