E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of… — Virgil Copy Share Image
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When I was at Paisley Grammar we were equipped to compete with the private-school kids - and encouraged to do so. The… — Andrew Neil Copy Share Image
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Windy or not, a day this beautiful has to be lived. The day is bright and clear, the sky blue, and the… — Carl Safina Copy Share Image
Rain is disagreeable, but snow is as much part of the mountain as are sunshine and clear skies. — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share Image
In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens." In an age of hopelessness they… — Peter Kreeft Copy Share Image
But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Believe in God like the sun up in the sky, see science can tell us how but it can't tell us why.… — J. Cole Copy Share Image
Then we upon our globe's last verge shall go, And view the ocean leaning on the sky: From thence our rolling Neighbours… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair. — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
Saying Good-bye to the God of Disease (2) Thousands of willow branches in a spring wind. Six hundred million of China, land… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Not since the days of George W. Bush's 'Clear Skies' and 'Healthy Forests' initiatives has America been presented with a project as… — Jeff Goodell Copy Share Image
In New York the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener, and the girls are prettier, and the steaks are thicker,… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
Laments of an Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
