"I lingered around them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the
sleepers in that quiet earth."
--Emily Bronte, writer, 1818-1848
sleepers in that quiet earth."
--Emily Bronte, writer, 1818-1848
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- Though I'd been taught at our dining room table about the solar system and
knew the earth revolved around the sun,
and our moon around us, I never found out the moon... - There is no room for death,
Nor atom that his might could render void;
Thou--Thou art Being and Breath And what Thou art may... - If my soul could get away from this so-called prison,
be granted all the list of attributes generally bestowed... - This is the last of earth! I am content.
-- John Quincy Adams (1767-1848)
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His Last Words, Feb. 21,... - What really happened to the buffaloes is just what you might expect if
you've ever seen one in a zoo-
the moths got into them. -- Will... - I hang around where the grass is
greener..... - On the episode where Bart and Lisa are writing scripts for Itchy & Scratchy,
Grandpa is their ghost writer. When asked if he ever... - Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,
Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from... - We watch'd her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to...
