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  1. 19 de may. de 2024 · And grind them into flour. For I know it is all for me. Louder and louder roars. As a brave man meets his foe. Who makes him lord of lands. And all is peace within. Behold! a giant am I! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devour The maize, and the wheat, and the rye, And grind them into flour. I look do.

  2. Hace 6 días · Are haunted houses. Through the open doors. With feet that make no sound upon the floors. A sense of something moving to and fro. As silent as the pictures on the wall. All that has been is visible and clear. And hold in mortmain still their old estates. A vital breath of more ethereal air.

  3. 21 de may. de 2024 · The Day Is Done. The day is done, and the darkness. Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward. From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village. Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me. That my soul cannot resist:

  4. 13 de may. de 2024 · Footsteps Of Angels. When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night. Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight. Dance upon the parlor wall;

  5. Hace 5 días · Daily Quotes about Life. "Welcome to our blog, where our goal is to improve people's lives through motivation, inspiration, and education from the world's high achievers. Our aim is to keep you motivated so that you can achieve your goals and pursue your dreams. We are committed to making your day better and encouraging you to be your best.

  6. 19 de may. de 2024 · Henry Lazzaro Obituary The passing of Henry Lazzaro of Wadsworth, Illinois leaves a void in the hearts of many, as we bid farewell to a loving soul who departed on May 7, 2024 at the age of 77. You can send your sympathy in the guestbook provided and share it with the family.

  7. Hace 4 días · Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children 's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me. The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight,