2 months ago
pink and white tulip in bloom
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2 months ago
Some of the most celebrated Shakespeare actors sat for portraits that record their movements and delivered soliloquies. https://t.co/tmggT5UlwS
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Some of the most celebrated Shakespeare actors sat for portraits that record their movements and delivered soliloquies.
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2 months ago
London’s Groucho Club shut as police probe ‘serious crime’ at the venue
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2 months ago
Tokiwa-Gozen with her three children in the snow - Utagawa Kuniyoshi
, genre: portrait, style: Ukiyo-e, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: group-portraits, Graphic design, completition: 1840.
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2 months ago
Summer Twilight. Pond - Konstantin Somov
2 months ago
Writing well: choosing the right words
- Avoid at all costs the cliches of the thousands of writers who have gone before you.
- When you’re choosing words and stringing them together, be aware of how they sound.
- Use words you enjoy and that are vivid.
- Know the subtle differences between synonyms and which one best expresses what you want to say.
- Use the words that have precise meanings rather than those that are vague.
2 months ago
Old Age Despair
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
2 months ago
a two story house with a balcony and balconies
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