Every historian discloses a new horizon.
quote by George Sand
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I'm not an historian and I'm not wanting to write about how I perceive the social change over the century as a historian, but as somebody who's walked through it and whose life has been dictated by it too, as all our lives are.
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Sapientia Lunae
The wisdom of the world said unto me:
'_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave;
Perchance some honour tarrieth for thee!_'
'As tarrieth,' I said, 'for sure, the grave.'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.
The wisdom of the world said: '_There are bays:
Go forth and run, for victory is good,
After the stress of the laborious days._'
'Yet,' said I, 'shall I be the worms' sweet food,'
As I went musing on a rune of roses,
Which in her hour, the pale, soft moon discloses.
Then said my voices: '_Wherefore strive or run,
On dusty highways ever, a vain race?
The long night cometh, starless, void of sun,
What light shall serve thee like her golden face?_'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
And knew some secrets which the moon discloses.
'Yea,' said I, 'for her eyes are pure and sweet
As lilies, and the fragrance of her hair
Is many laurels; and it is not meet
To run for shadows when the prize is here';
And I went reading in that rune of roses
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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I am not trying to be a historian and a dramatist; I'm a dramatist, a dramatic historian, or one who does a dramatic interpretation of history.
quote by Oliver Stone
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Beyond the horizon
sea and sky
the horizon
casting the line
beyond is god
marking this life
from the next
to understand
where we go
after this life
we can go chase
the horizon
seeking knowledge
it is a trip
and not a desination
the pleasure
is in the sea
of experiences
unraveling each
new mystery
beyond the answer
hides another answer
beyond the horizon
another horizon
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A New Horizon
Coming above is a new horizon, for all who are found in The Son,
But this horizon you can not see, as this horizon friend, is Eternity.
The Son is The Lord Jesus Christ, and the horizon is Eternal Life.
And no man can truly conceive this new horizon for all who believe.
This new horizon has much to behold, in a world that won’t grow old,
This world will be awesomely bright, for Jesus Christ will be the Light.
With this new world being totally pure, it shall endure forevermore.
Sin and darkness will be no more, they will be absent forevermore.
This new horizon was meant for all, to put behind man’s sin and fall,
This New Paradise that has no time, for it is Eternal by God’s design.
And even our bodies, racked with sin, are being renewed from within.
Although we have spiritually died, are new bodies shall be Glorified.
By God, Eternal beings we were made, this is why we’ve been saved,
God saved us from the Eternal Fire, for this my friend, is God’s desire.
Christ died so we won’t perish, and He is the one to eternally cherish.
For it’s only through God’s Son, that we can enter His Eternal Horizon.
To enter into Heavenly Paradise, it must be under the Blood of Christ,
His atoning work will wash your sin; you only have to believe in Him.
You will enter Paradise for sure, when you fully trust Christ as Lord.
But if you reject God’s Only Son, you will be facing a bleak horizon.
The Song of Quoodle
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park a Jew encloses,
Where even the law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The old bones buried under,
Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.
The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And Quoodle here discloses
All things that Quoodle can,
They haven't got no noses,
They haven't got no noses,
And goodness only knowses
The Noselessness of Man.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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The Song of Quoodle
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park a Jew encloses,
Where even the law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The old bones buried under,
Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.
The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours
*
And Quoodle here discloses
All things that Quoodle can,
They haven't got no noses,
They haven't got no noses,
And goodness only knowses
The Noselessness of Man.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Just Over The Horizon
Just over the horizon
there's a love that waits for me.
Just over the horizon,
the place that I can't see
is where we'll meet again my love
and then we will be free
to share again the warmth of love
to shine upon our face.
I look toward that horizon
somewhere out in space.
I am comforted in the knowing
that what I felt with you
is burning brightly every day
right beyond the blue.
There is no end to a love like ours.
There's only another start.
So wait for me, my sweet one
until I do depart
and travel over the horizon
to meet you with a kiss.
It will all come together for us
into eternal bliss.
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Delusional Tool
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
Popular he may be.
And yet he stings.
He speaks with too much honesty.
And that discomfort to us he brings.
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
With ammunition given,
To our enemies they use.
Showing us to be beneath perfection.
And perfect we are.
Since this is what we will always choose.
Our filthy laundry has always been ours...
To hide and deny.
Who is he to determine,
Our way of life...
Has been a delusional tool?
His truthfulness is appalling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another s.
Walt understood all of those things, and even common things about people. For instance: Usually you get your idea of what kind of day it is by looking at the horizon, because the horizon is your eye level. So what Walt did is to eliminate the horizon.
quote by John Hench
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Young mother has a secret.
There is a glint in her eyes,
A glint that discloses her lies.
It is not lie of commission,
But a lie of omission.
Her husband is aware,
It's a secret they share.
They decide it won't be public just yet.
For now they will keep their secret.
Slowly they let the family know,
And watch as Grand Parents glow.
Aunties and Uncles are excited,
Cousin's expectation ignited.
A month or two rolls on,
And their heart is full of song.
On the distant horizon,
There is a sad, sad song.
A song of tears,
A song that carries certain fears.
Should they, would they see,
The sweet giggle of another baby.
The baby will not be theirs this time,
They ask God why He is unkind.
He replies, "Be strong my child, hold your blame,
And in time you'll find my love again".
RKH 2010-05-03
Oh no, I'm not a historian or anything like that.
quote by Lee Hazlewood
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The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.
quote by Susan Sontag
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Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey.
quote by Cynthia Ozick
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Between the Now and Then
Upon horizon, night to day ~
there between the now and then,
I often pause along the way,
to tiptoe through the moonlit glen ~
or perhaps take in sun's light,
night to day ~ day to night.
Upon horizon, day to day ~
there between the then and now,
as seasons grow along the way,
to crease the face of timely brow ~
or perhaps steal time away,
day to day ~ day to day.
Upon horizon, day to night ~
there between the now and then,
I stand beneath my autumn light,
bereft as memory calls again ~
to pain the heart with bygone sight,
Night to day ~ day to night.
Upon horizon, night to night ~
there between the then and now,
I know that winter casts its sight,
on one last leaf that will not bow ~
to frost within its golden sight,
night to night ~ night to night.
Upon horizon, night to day ~
there between the now and then,
I know my spring will fade away,
and summer's soft remember when
will echo gently autumn's way ~
day to night ~ night to day....
Winter's near ~ Winter's near......
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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I'm a historian, and that freaks me out.
quote by Mike Tyson
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I'm a historian in my own mind.
quote by Quentin Tarantino
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