Barbara Foster: The Amazing Tibetan Adventures of Alexandra David-Neel

Barbara Foster: The Amazing Tibetan Adventures of Alexandra David-Neel:

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Marie-Antoinette, Opéra Royal, Versailles - FT.com

Marie-Antoinette, Opéra Royal, Versailles - FT.com:

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The RSPB: Nightingale

The RSPB: Nightingale: "Latin name
Luscinia megarhynchos"

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Nature Poetry Competition set in Motion - Bugs, Birds and Beasts in the East - Our work - The RSPB Community

Nature Poetry Competition set in Motion - Bugs, Birds and Beasts in the East - Our work - The RSPB Community:

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Ode to a Nightingale- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

Ode to a Nightingale- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "Ode to a Nightingale
by John Keats

1.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,— "

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Hope is the thing with feathers (254)- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

Hope is the thing with feathers (254)- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "Hope is the thing with feathers (254)
by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul, "

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Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom]- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom]- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom]
by Sappho
translated by A. E. Housman

Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings
All desired and timely things.
All whom morning sends to roam,
Hesper loves to lead them home.
Home return who him behold,
Child to mother, sheep to fold,
Bird to nest from wandering wide:
Happy bridegroom, seek your bride."

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)
by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove: "

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Francesco and Clare- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

Francesco and Clare- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "Francesco and Clare
by David St. John

It was there, in that little town
On top of the mountain, they walked,
Francesco and Chiara,
That's who they were, that's what"

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To My Dear and Loving Husband- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

To My Dear and Loving Husband- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "y Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold."

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The Well-Versed Movie- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

The Well-Versed Movie- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More: "The Well-Versed Movie
by Stacey Harwood"

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Goodreads | Khalil Gibran Quotes (Author of The Prophet)

Goodreads | Khalil Gibran Quotes (Author of The Prophet): "“Hearts united in pain and sorrow
will not be separated by joy and happiness.
Bonds that are woven in sadness
are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure.
Love that is washed by tears
will remain eternally pure and faithful.”
― Khalil Gibran, Love Letters in the Sand: The Love Poems of Khalil Gibran"

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Mary Magdalen

On meeting Jesus for the first time

It was in the month of June when I saw Him for the first time. He was walking in the wheatfield when I passed by with my handmaidens, and He was alone.

The rhythm of His steps was different from other men's, and the movement of His body was like naught I had seen before.

Men do not pace the earth in that manner. And even now I do not know whether He walked fast or slow.

My handmaidens pointed their fingers at Him and spoke in shy whispers to one another. And I stayed my steps for a moment, and raised my hand to hail Him. But He did not turn His face, and He did not look at me. And I hated Him. I was swept back into myself, and I was as cold as if I had been in a snow-drift. And I shivered.

That night I beheld Him in my dreaming; and they told me afterward that I screamed in my sleep and was restless upon my bed.

It was in the month of August that I saw Him again, through my window. He was sitting in the shadow of the cypress tree across my garden, and He was still as if He had been carved out of stone, like the statues in Antioch and other cities of the North Country.

And my slave, the Egyptian, came to me and said, "That man is here again. He is sitting there across your garden."

And I gazed at Him, and my soul quivered within me, for He was beautiful.

His body was single and each part seemed to love every other part.

Then I clothed myself with raiment of Damascus, and I left my house and walked towards Him.

Was it my aloneness, or was it His fragrance, that drew me to Him? Was it a hunger in my eyes that desired comeliness, or was it His beauty that sought the light of my eyes? Even now I do not know.

I walked to Him with my scented garments and my golden sandals, the sandals the Roman captain had given me, even these sandals. And when I reached Him, I said, "Good-morrow to you."

And He said, "Good-morrow to you, Miriam."

And He looked at me, and His night-eyes saw me as no man had seen me. And suddenly I was as if naked, and I was shy.

Yet He had only said, "Good-morrow to you."

And then I said to Him, "Will you not come to my house?"

And He said, "Am I not already in your house?"

I did not know what He meant then, but I know now.

And I said, "Will you not have wine and bread with me?"

And He said, "Yes, Miriam, but not now."

"Not now, not now," He said. And the voice of the sea was in those two words, and the voice of the wind and the trees. And when He said them unto me, life spoke to death.

For mind you, my friend, I was dead. I was a woman who had divorced her soul. I was living apart from this self which you now see. I belonged to all men, and to none. They called me harlot, and a woman possessed of seven devils. I was cursed, and I was envied.

But when His dawn-eyes looked into my eyes all the stars of my night faded away, and I became Miriam, only Miriam, a woman lost to the earth she had known, and finding herself in new places.

And now again I said to Him, "Come into my house and share bread and wine with me."

And He said, "Why do you bid me to be your guest?"

And I said, "I beg you to come into my house." And it was all that was sod in me, and all that was sky in me calling unto Him.

Then He looked at me, and the noontide of His eyes was upon me, and He said, "You have many lovers, and yet I alone love you. Other men love themselves in your nearness. I love you in your self. Other men see a beauty in you that shall fade away sooner than their own years. But I see in you a beauty that shall not fade away, and in the autumn of your days that beauty shall not be afraid to gaze at itself in the mirror, and it shall not be offended.

"I alone love the unseen in you."

Then He said in a low voice, "Go away now. If this cypress tree is yours and you would not have me sit in its shadow, I will walk my way."

And I cried to Him and I said, "Master, come to my house. I have incense to burn for you, and a silver basin for your feet. You are a stranger and yet not a stranger. I entreat you, come to my house."

Then He stood up and looked at me even as the seasons might look down upon the field, and He smiled. And He said again: "All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself."

And then He walked away.

But no other man ever walked the way He walked. Was it a breath born in my garden that moved to the east? Or was it a storm that would shake all things to their foundations?

I knew not, but on that day the sunset of His eyes slew the dragon in me, and I became a woman, I became Miriam, Miriam of Mijdel.

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Handmade wooden caskets custom personalized funeral Trappist Monks

Handmade wooden caskets custom personalized funeral Trappist Monks: "In the cool silence of the morning, the darkness slowly gives way to the soft light of the morning sun, casting its warmth onto the stone walls and floors. The clang of the bell tower reverberates throughout the grounds, the organ sings its praises as we lift our voices to God, and our prayer life flows into our work life."

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POETRY | The Humanist

POETRY | The Humanist

Wordsworth: The Rainbow

Wordsworth: The Rainbow: "My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!

The Child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety."

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes: "Love
Two human loves make one divine."

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Helen Keller Quotes to Inspire You

Helen Keller Quotes to Inspire You: "On Relationships:
Relationships are like Rome -- difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'golden age', and unbearable during the fall. Then, a new kingdom will come along and the whole process will repeat itself until you come across a kingdom like Egypt... that thrives, and continues to flourish. This kingdom will become your best friend, your soul mate, and your love."

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Helen Keller Quotes to Inspire You

Helen Keller Quotes to Inspire You: "On Companionship:
Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.

On Ability:
We can do anything we want if we stick to it long enough.

On Life:
We would never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world.
"

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William Blake Quotations

William Blake Quotations: "Creativity
To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.

Dreams
What is now proved was once imagined.

Love
And we are put on Earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love."

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Bella Figura

Bella Figura:

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Goodreads | Sappho Sings by Peggy Ullman Bell - Reviews, Discussion, Bookclubs, Lists

Goodreads | Sappho Sings by Peggy Ullman Bell - Reviews, Discussion, Bookclubs, Lists: "Here Psappha, as Sappho called herself in her own soft Aeolian dialect, sings her way from sadness through exile to triumph. Deliciously written, with descriptive language that transports you wholly into an ancient world, the author's sensuous, often erotic, tale grips and tantalizes with an ever-thickening and twisting plot and an abundance of characters who will remain ...more"

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Charlotte Church - Habanera Lyrics

Charlotte Church - Habanera Lyrics: "from "carmen"

Quand je vous aimerai?
Ma foi, je ne sais pas,
Peut-ítre jamais, peut-ítre demain.
Mais pas aujourd’hui, c’est certain.

L’amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c’est bien en vain qu’on l’appelle,
S’il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière,
L’un parle bien, l’autre se tait;
Et c’est l’autre que je préfère
Il n’a rien dit; mais il me plaît.
L’amour! l’amour! l’amour! l’amour!
"

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Daily Readings for Sunday November 06, 2011 - Daily Readings - Bible - Catholic Online

Daily Readings for Sunday November 06, 2011 - Daily Readings - Bible - Catholic Online: "2 Wisdom is brilliant, she never fades. By those who love her, she is readily seen, by those who seek her, she is readily found.

13 She anticipates those who desire her by making herself known first."

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