Shelley and His Writings, Volum 2T.C. Newby, 1858 |
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... Bright . All art , © 1993 by Brian Freitag . For more information about the artist feel free to contact him at : 901 ... Bright . Sincerely , Michael P. Savage , President , Savage Press . MOMENTS BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS BRIGHT First comes ...
... Bright . All art , © 1993 by Brian Freitag . For more information about the artist feel free to contact him at : 901 ... Bright . Sincerely , Michael P. Savage , President , Savage Press . MOMENTS BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS BRIGHT First comes ...
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... Bright Light is delightful read that feels as though she is speaking directly to our hearts and our lives . Sheila and Marcus Gillette , authors of The Soul Truth ... Bright Light Spiritual Lessons from a Life in Acting Bright Bright Light.
... Bright Light is delightful read that feels as though she is speaking directly to our hearts and our lives . Sheila and Marcus Gillette , authors of The Soul Truth ... Bright Light Spiritual Lessons from a Life in Acting Bright Bright Light.
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... BRIGHT IDEAS premiered at MCC Theater ( Robert LuPone and Bernard Telsey , Artistic Directors ; William Cantler , Associate Artistic Director ) on November 12 , 2003. It was directed by John Rando ; the set design was by Rob Odorisio ...
... BRIGHT IDEAS premiered at MCC Theater ( Robert LuPone and Bernard Telsey , Artistic Directors ; William Cantler , Associate Artistic Director ) on November 12 , 2003. It was directed by John Rando ; the set design was by Rob Odorisio ...
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When Muses Misbehave Book Two L. W. Lowe. Her. Star. Burns. Bright. Rome, Italy! A gorgeous city filled with ancient wonders, timeless art, and hopeful lovers. Erato and Terpsichore have landed in the middle of Rome and they are ready ...
When Muses Misbehave Book Two L. W. Lowe. Her. Star. Burns. Bright. Rome, Italy! A gorgeous city filled with ancient wonders, timeless art, and hopeful lovers. Erato and Terpsichore have landed in the middle of Rome and they are ready ...
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... own sense have been a man without lan- guage or favor. As regards my present situation, it is like the Moor said, no one throws stones on a tree without fruit. The Moor was our acequero. My people knew nothing of 1 Walk On, Bright Boy.
... own sense have been a man without lan- guage or favor. As regards my present situation, it is like the Moor said, no one throws stones on a tree without fruit. The Moor was our acequero. My people knew nothing of 1 Walk On, Bright Boy.
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Shelley and his writings: In two volumes. II, Volum 2 Charles S. Middleton Visualització completa - 1858 |
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Pàgina 236 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Pàgina 242 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Pàgina 243 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light for ever shines, earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Pàgina 270 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
Pàgina 244 - Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being, blindly wove By man and beast, and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Pàgina 242 - Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue...
Pàgina 269 - See where she stands ! a mortal shape indued With love and life and light and deity, And motion which may change but cannot die ; An image of some bright Eternity ; A shadow of some golden dream ; a Splendour Leaving the third sphere pilotless...
Pàgina 289 - You should have known Shelley', said Byron, 'to feel how much I must regret him. He was the most gentle, most amiable, and least worldly-minded person I ever met; full of delicacy, disinterested beyond all other men, and possessing a degree of genius, joined to a simplicity, as rare as it is admirable. He had formed to himself a beau ideal of all that is fine, high-minded, and noble, and he acted up to this ideal even to the very letter.
Pàgina 62 - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Pàgina 49 - THE everlasting universe of Things Flows through the Mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...