{"id":319,"date":"2008-09-11T13:43:59","date_gmt":"2008-09-11T13:43:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/?p=319"},"modified":"2008-09-11T13:43:59","modified_gmt":"2008-09-11T13:43:59","slug":"in-memoriam-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/?p=319","title":{"rendered":"In Memoriam &#8211; 9\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><center>Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere,<br \/>\u2018Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?<br \/>Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?<br \/>For now I see the true old times are dead,<br \/>When every morning brought a noble chance,<br \/>And every chance brought out a noble knight.<br \/>Such times have been not since the light that led<br \/>The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.<br \/>But now the whole Round Table is dissolved<br \/>Which was an image of the mighty world;<br \/>And I, the last, go forth companionless,<br \/>And the days darken round me, and the years,<br \/>Among new men, strange faces, other minds.\u2019<\/center><center><em>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Alfred Lord Tennyson, Morte d&#8217;Arthur, In Memoriam<\/em><\/center><center><em><\/em><\/center><center><em><\/em><\/center><center><BR><br \/>\n<BR><br \/>\n<BR><a onclick=\"window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=534,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false\" href=\"http:\/\/voodooboutique.typepad.com\/.shared\/image.html?\/photos\/uncategorized\/2008\/09\/11\/911.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"911\" height=\"166\" alt=\"911\" src=\"https:\/\/voodooboutique.typepad.com\/mambosam\/images\/2008\/09\/11\/911.jpg\" width=\"250\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> <\/center><center><em><\/em><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere,\u2018Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?For now I see the true old times are dead,When every morning brought a noble chance,And every chance brought out a noble knight.Such times have been not since the light that ledThe holy Elders [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-319","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/319","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=319"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/319\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=319"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=319"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spellmaker.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}