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Just Think
Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! 'twill be your own.
That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little...
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Jane Austen's popular quotations and words of praise.
An adaption was made in a TV Series (1995), directed by Simon Langton.
[Jennifer Ehle as Elizabeth Bennet —Â Colin Firth as Darcy]
Pride and Prejudice...
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"In my heart dwells Jesus of Galilee,
the Man above men,
the Poet who makes poets of us all,
the Spirit who knocks at our door that
we may wake and rise and walk out to meet truth ..."
©Khalil Gibran,
from the...
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1795 - John Keats born October 31 at Finsbury, just north of London, the eldest child of Thomas and Frances Jennings Keats. His father, Thomas Keats was headkeeper at a livery stable.1707-1803 - Birth of three younger brothers and...
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Because she's a girl , and a girl of today,
She wants to go forward, brisk, confident, gay,
To taste of adventure
To strive and achieve,
Though Grundies may censure
And faint-hearts may grieve,
She isn't afraid of the world's busy...
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I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
'T were pleasant, that in flowery June,
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound, ...
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june breeze
a hole in the cloud
mends itself
an'ya
Published at the Heron's Nest, and in wind blown clouds by Alec Finlay
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The cool summer breeze
Whispers over my skin
Tickling the sensors to life
A surge moves through to my core
The spirit within is aroused
and a smile grows upon my face
Bare feet surrender to the dew-laden grass
as my legs stretch and...
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The late night silence was strangely soothing –
until I thought it was all that I had to hold onto.
The void of noise oppressed me.
I could not speak or turn on the television.
A voice would violate the laws of this night.
I...
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I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air; I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour. Many were the...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: January O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams than under ice. June could...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: July Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent; The white heat pales the skies from side to side; But in still lakes...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: June O month whose promise and fulfilment blend, And burst in one! it seems the earth can store In all her roomy house no treasure more; Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend On fruit, when once this stintless...
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I'll be okay without you; I just wanted to see what it was like To remember the feel of your touch, To hold you in my arms at night. I knew it wasn't forever; I knew we would end again. It was only a few moments together, A time between two...
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Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief! who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add- Jenny kissed...
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Joy! shipmate—joy! (Pleas’d to my Soul at death I cry;) Our life is closed—our life begins; The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last—she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore; Joy!...
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Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that...
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Pray to the Lord to keep us steady, On the winding road, Remembering the promise, Of the sweetness we can hold. Keep him there behind my eyes, unto my very soul, God has these little things for me to do before I go. Who would have thought, He'd...
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