Author: David Schwarm
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XLIV
The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclips’d, but are extinguish’d not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb, And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it…
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Wienerschnitzel
The first experience with architecture I remember having is with the classic A-Frame Wienerschnitzel drive thru There was one by my Dad’s parents house–it was always a treat to drive thru, but as a vegetarian I lost the dream…until now! The new Veggie Dog is availabone only at limited shops with three different dogs: The…
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XLIII
He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit’s plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th’ unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each…
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Take Arms Against a Sea of Troubles: The Power of the Reader’s Mind over a Universe of Death by Harold Bloom
Take Arms Against a Sea of Troubles: The Power of the Reader’s Mind over a Universe of Death by Harold Bloom My rating: 5 of 5 stars Monster. Seriously–we will never see his like again. Such an amazing mind. Such a great book. So much more to learn–this book is basically a challenge to your…
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XLII
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…
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Starlight Enclave (The Way of the Drow, #1; The Legend of Drizzt, #37) by R.A. Salvatore, Victor Bevine (Goodreads Author) (Narrator)
Starlight Enclave by R.A. Salvatore My rating: 4 of 5 stars In many ways this felt like a return to form–agreed that Drizzt has returned to form what, ten times before in this never ending series, and that Drizzt is not in that much of this installment… A Fun look even further north–lots of great…
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XLII
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…
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XLI
He lives, he wakes—’tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn, Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan! Cease, ye faint flowers and fountains, and thou Air, Which like a mourning veil…
David Given Schwarm 