Vitai Lampada by NathanMerrill

Vitai Lampada
(“They Pass On The Torch of Life”)
There’s a breathless hush in the Close to-night —
Ten to make and the match to win —
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it’s not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season’s fame,
But his Captain’s hand on his shoulder smote —
‘Play up! play up! and play the game!’

The sand of the desert is sodden red, —
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; —
The Gatling’s jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England’s far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
‘Play up! play up! and play the game!’

This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind —
‘Play up! play up! and play the game!’

Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938)

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Inked Angel by P-ANilsson

Had the lovely Pia Nilsson at my house and shoot some lingerie shots for her Portfolio. This shot is her as the window angel that landed in my window, so beautiful it almost hurts the soul. Hope you guys like it!! Cheers P-A

Pias Instagram: piamatilda
Mine: panilssonphotography

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Gotham,Day for night. by annab

in French this process used for movies is called “American night”.
La Nuit américaine – François Truffaut- 1973.
from Manhattan, New York City , USA.

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