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Looks like the battle is in full swing for the thread.........:D

tee hee! :D It usually is most of the time. :D

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Excellent verse Top Gun :salute:

it's not my work, it's really old. It's about the Charge of the Light Brigade

Paradise on my right, Hell on my left, and the Angol of Death behind.

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Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his haul, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

A little Longfellow to go with Tennyson

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Paradise on my right, Hell on my left, and the Angol of Death behind.

I had a little trouble remembering that one,(It has been a long time since I studied Islam)

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When Hatim al Asamm was asked about his prayer, he said, "When it is near the time of prayer, I perform a perfect Wudu and go to where I am going to pray and sit down there until I become fully attentive to what I am about to do. I then stand up and pray, imagining that the Ka`bah is in front of my
eyes, Paradise to my right, Hellfire to my left and the Angel of Death behind me. I imagine that it is the last prayer I am about to perform, stand up in hope (in Allah, His Paradise and rewards) and fear (from Allah's torment in Hellfire) and recite the Takbir while having full attention. I recite the Qur'an calmly, make Ruku` humbly, go into Sujud with Khushu1 and then sit o<invective deleted>n my left leg, with the left food laid o<invective deleted>n
the floor and the right food raised up, all the while praying with sincerity. Afterwards, I do not know (nor feel certain) if that prayer was accepted from me!" [Al Ihya 1/179]

Near miss: It's from Frank Herbert's Dune :)

Oh you can search far and wide
You can drink the whole ground dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our home town...
You can keep your fancy ales!
You can drink them by the flagon!
But the only brew for the brave and truuuuuueee
comes from the Green Dragon!

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go,
To heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But there still be many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
And stream that falls from hill to plain!
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!

He’s bound to be guilty ‘r he
wouldn’t be here!
Starboard gun . . . FIRE!

Shooting’s too good for ‘im, kick
the louse out!
Port gun . . . FIRE!

what on earth is that all about?

It's ancient chant to time saluting guns :)

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Near miss: It's from Frank Herbert's Dune

You are correct. But since Herbert went to Islamic sources for much of his background on Muab'Dib and the Fremen culture in general, could he have lifted this prayer from original Islamic sources?

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Where is this from? Tolkien?

yeah, well they're from the movies anyway. Can't remember seeing either song in the books though

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Originally Posted by Damocles

You are correct. But since Herbert went to Islamic sources for much of his background on Muab'Dib and the Fremen culture in general, could he have lifted this prayer from original Islamic sources?

Where is this from? Tolkien?

You're correct, but since he altered it slightly, it's more correct to credit this particular to him.

To second part: It's from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, first book.

Referring;

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I didn't remember that from any JRR I read either:

"To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone;
Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door;
For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars—we go to war!"

Though with that as an example maybe JRR should have stuck to prose?

The Ent songs were the most boring ones

That was due to JRR writing them as boring characters.

I'm most lucky to be a hungarian, our beloved Árpád Göncz did a superb translation, the hungarian version of the book is far better than the english original. Especially at the verses.