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MilesChristi

#1725
November 21, 2017, 09:08:52 AM
Iphigeneia in Taurica
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Hannelore

#1726
November 21, 2017, 09:48:40 AM
The Lord of the Rings (again). I've just finished reading The Hobbit for the first time.
My Lord and my God.

MilesChristi

#1727
November 21, 2017, 05:48:27 PM
The Cyclops
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

martin88nyc

#1728
November 21, 2017, 11:59:19 PM
Quote from: Bernadette on November 21, 2017, 09:48:40 AM
The Lord of the Rings (again). I've just finished reading The Hobbit for the first time.
This book is almost always on my mind, especially when I start feeling better and when my my mind is clear enough to immers myself in he world of day dreaming. It my best escapist novel. I wish there was a real shire but without those nasty ogers and orks.
"These things I have spoken to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you shall have distress: but have confidence, I have overcome the world." John 16:33

ÆneasQuébécois

#1729
November 22, 2017, 04:48:28 AM
Leviathan, by Thomas Hobbes
"True evangelical faith...cannot lay dormant; but manifests itself in all righteousness and works of love; it...clothes the naked; feeds the hungry; consoles the afflicted; shelters the miserable; aids and consoles all the oppressed; returns good for evil; serves those that injure it; prays for those that persecute it." ~ Menno Simons

MilesChristi

#1730
November 22, 2017, 05:11:56 PM
Rhesus
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Jacob

#1731
November 22, 2017, 06:19:15 PM
I am within one-hundred pages of the end of Doctor Zhivago (the original translation, not the new one that is twice as long).  It's been quite a long time since I started the book, but this last push over the summer and into the fall has been productive.
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--Neal Stephenson

red solo cup

#1732
November 22, 2017, 06:27:26 PM
Pontius Pilate: Deciphering a Memory by Aldo Schiavone
non impediti ratione cogitationis

MilesChristi

#1733
November 24, 2017, 08:44:54 AM
Iphigeneia in Aulis
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

ÆneasQuébécois

#1734
November 24, 2017, 09:58:24 AM
A Tale of Two Cities
"True evangelical faith...cannot lay dormant; but manifests itself in all righteousness and works of love; it...clothes the naked; feeds the hungry; consoles the afflicted; shelters the miserable; aids and consoles all the oppressed; returns good for evil; serves those that injure it; prays for those that persecute it." ~ Menno Simons

MilesChristi

#1735
November 24, 2017, 02:47:16 PM
The Bacchæ
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Hannelore

#1736
December 07, 2017, 10:30:42 AM
The Mystery of Edwin Drood. I'll probably regret this, as Dickens never finished it, but I couldn't resist any longer.
My Lord and my God.

Christina_S

#1737
December 07, 2017, 11:54:54 AM
The Art of Conducting.
"You cannot be a half-saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all." ~St. Therese of Lisieux

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MilesChristi

#1738
December 07, 2017, 02:20:50 PM
The Great Betrayal
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Sophia3

#1739
December 08, 2017, 12:12:52 PM
Your Body's Many Cries For Water
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