Who‚ if I cried out‚ would hear me among the Angelic Orders? And even if one were to suddenly take me to its heart‚ I would vanish into its stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror‚ that we are still able to bear‚ and we revere it so‚ because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every Angel is terror. And so I hold myself back and swallow the cry of a darkened sobbing. Ah‚ who then can we make use of? Not Angels: not men‚ and the resourceful creatures see clearly
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with glee‚ stands at the villagers’ side. Marking how many minutes and seconds the maiden has left. A madman’s smirk carved onto the clock face; growing wider with every passing second. Every second she could have spent in an elegant field‚ far away from the inferno she is now trapped in. Gusts of air‚ carousels of agony‚ carry nothing but hate and pain. The piercing wind shrieks the word‚ an octave louder and louder than the last. "Betrayal!" The daunting hour comes closer as her body grows weak.
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flowers are hung | | In crimson clusters all the boughs among‚ | | Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee; | | And oft at nights the garden overflows | | With one sweet song that seems to have no close‚ | 10 | Sung darkling from our tree‚ while men repose. | | | | When first my casement is wide open thrown | | At dawn‚ my eyes delighted on it rest; | | Sometimes‚ and most in winter‚—on its crest | | A gray baboon sits statue-like alone | 15 |
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The poem‚ "The Shark"‚ by E.J. Pratt seems to be about the simple subject of a shark. However‚ considering Pratt ’s childhood and times he lived in‚ the poem represents far deeper meanings. Edwin John Pratt‚ born on the fourth of February 1882 in Newfoundland ‚ Canada‚ and wrote this peom 5 years after the end of WWI. E.J. Pratt received his education from St. John ’s Methodist College‚ Victoria College‚ University of Toronto‚ Victoria University‚ University of Toronto. E.J. Pratt worked many jobs
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while doing karate moves‚ and dogs barking. It gets even worse when my mother puts on the radio because she can’t hear well and the music has to be FULL BLAST. Before we put dinner in the oven my mom always starts dancing around the kitchen like a ballerina. My brothers scream with laughter when my mom grabs me and makes me twirl around the room with her like a spinning top gone out of control. The smells that come from the oven aren’t always good but I try my best. The sweet scent of Swedish
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My name is Kamilu. It is the only name I’ve ever heard and now what I call myself. I have grown up in a homeless shelter‚ in the beautiful lands of India. As a child this place never scared me even when I was alone at night with no mother to give me comfort. These old brick walls are my home. It is filled with the only people I’ve known my entire life. The superannuated streets are enclosed by the very building which the emperors lived. The walls are rich as the white pearl of gold. It has been carved
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Poems are often an expression of one’s inner emotions that regular words can not quite expose the meaning of. In Li-Young Lee’s poem “From Blossoms”‚ this is made clear through his use of imagery. His imagery presents itself throughout four stanzas‚ each unfolding his true emotions more and more. The first stanza‚ gives us a craving for more. The stanza provides us with a minimal amount to digest as a reader. Lee begins by starting the first line with the title of the poem itself. He paints an
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The First and the Last Visit To Cedar Crest Drive There is a full moon. It is pitch black and raining outside. As I lookdown the street I can see the fog setting only feet away from me. It is on this evening when my curiosity gets the best of me. I want to know why my mother never allowed me to go down Cedar Crest Drive. I’ve heard many stories about a haunted house down there. The stories‚ however‚ have varied. I heard somebody had been gruesomely murdered in there. I also
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College Writing 2 October 2012 Descriptive Essay A compact two-door car might not mean a lot to someone‚ but to me‚ working and improving my car is my favorite thing to do. When I am not inside my house or hanging out with my friends‚ you’ll be sure to find me working or cleaning my car. For most people‚ leaving their car stock is passable for their needs‚ but to me it’s not. My car is modified which makes it one of a kind. My car consists of its exterior‚ interior‚ and performance level
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eat: home-cooking‚ Mexican‚ seafood‚ Chinese‚ American‚ etc.? What if you could get all of these delicious varieties of food at restaurant? My itinerary for this weekend was to spend time with my family at a local restaurant or so I thought‚ but my mother had other plans. Although Ryan’s‚ is one of my family’s favorite buffets that we would usually would eat at‚ this weekend my family and I are trying another buffet‚ Golden Corral. Even though Golden Corral was a distance away‚ it had an extraordinary
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