Author: Thomas Lynch
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781567927016
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 300
Book Description
A selection of the very best from one of America's most thought-provoking writers: poems on life, faith, doubt, and death that read like memoir, essay, and story. As The New York Times said, "likely to resonate with many who have come face to face with life's most important questions." Thomas Lynch--like Wallace Stevens and William Carlos Williams--is a poet who writes about real things with language rooted in the everyday yet masterfully infused with power: I have steady work, a circle of friends and lunch on Thursdays with the Rotary. I have a wife, unspeakably beautiful, a daughter and three sons, a cat, a car, good credit, taxes, and mortgage payments and certain duties here. Notably, when folks get horizontal, breathless, still: life in Milford ends. They call. I send a car. Thomas Lynch spent his career as an undertaker in Midwest America--and in his off-hours became a writer of exceptional insight. Publishers Weekly calls him, "A poet with something to say and something worth listening to." This collection presents 140 of his greatest poems drawn from his previous books, Skating with Heather Grace, Still Life in Milford, Grimalkin, The Sin-Eater, and Walking Papers. This is a collection for readers who love all life's questions and mysteries--big and small.
Bone Rosary
Author: Thomas Lynch
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781567927016
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 300
Book Description
A selection of the very best from one of America's most thought-provoking writers: poems on life, faith, doubt, and death that read like memoir, essay, and story. As The New York Times said, "likely to resonate with many who have come face to face with life's most important questions." Thomas Lynch--like Wallace Stevens and William Carlos Williams--is a poet who writes about real things with language rooted in the everyday yet masterfully infused with power: I have steady work, a circle of friends and lunch on Thursdays with the Rotary. I have a wife, unspeakably beautiful, a daughter and three sons, a cat, a car, good credit, taxes, and mortgage payments and certain duties here. Notably, when folks get horizontal, breathless, still: life in Milford ends. They call. I send a car. Thomas Lynch spent his career as an undertaker in Midwest America--and in his off-hours became a writer of exceptional insight. Publishers Weekly calls him, "A poet with something to say and something worth listening to." This collection presents 140 of his greatest poems drawn from his previous books, Skating with Heather Grace, Still Life in Milford, Grimalkin, The Sin-Eater, and Walking Papers. This is a collection for readers who love all life's questions and mysteries--big and small.
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781567927016
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 300
Book Description
A selection of the very best from one of America's most thought-provoking writers: poems on life, faith, doubt, and death that read like memoir, essay, and story. As The New York Times said, "likely to resonate with many who have come face to face with life's most important questions." Thomas Lynch--like Wallace Stevens and William Carlos Williams--is a poet who writes about real things with language rooted in the everyday yet masterfully infused with power: I have steady work, a circle of friends and lunch on Thursdays with the Rotary. I have a wife, unspeakably beautiful, a daughter and three sons, a cat, a car, good credit, taxes, and mortgage payments and certain duties here. Notably, when folks get horizontal, breathless, still: life in Milford ends. They call. I send a car. Thomas Lynch spent his career as an undertaker in Midwest America--and in his off-hours became a writer of exceptional insight. Publishers Weekly calls him, "A poet with something to say and something worth listening to." This collection presents 140 of his greatest poems drawn from his previous books, Skating with Heather Grace, Still Life in Milford, Grimalkin, The Sin-Eater, and Walking Papers. This is a collection for readers who love all life's questions and mysteries--big and small.
Sacred Braille
Author: Annabelle Moseley
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781950108800
Category : Religion
Languages : en
Pages : 154
Book Description
What better gift could Our Lady have given us than the Rosary? The Rosary is Sacred Braille in that it is a miraculous juxtaposition of a language of prayer we can feel with our hands, joining word to touch. It is the Rosary to which our fingers may cling, as our flesh craves something tangible. The decades of the Rosary can be thought about, and, quite literally, felt, at the same time. While contemporary society separates the idea of "thinking" and "feeling," Scripture unites all functions in the heart. If we meditate on the words, "Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart," (Lk 2:19) the thinking and feeling functions are joined. The Rosary, through engaging both thought and touch, unites our spiritual and physical natures; our thinking and feeling faculties.
Publisher:
ISBN: 9781950108800
Category : Religion
Languages : en
Pages : 154
Book Description
What better gift could Our Lady have given us than the Rosary? The Rosary is Sacred Braille in that it is a miraculous juxtaposition of a language of prayer we can feel with our hands, joining word to touch. It is the Rosary to which our fingers may cling, as our flesh craves something tangible. The decades of the Rosary can be thought about, and, quite literally, felt, at the same time. While contemporary society separates the idea of "thinking" and "feeling," Scripture unites all functions in the heart. If we meditate on the words, "Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart," (Lk 2:19) the thinking and feeling functions are joined. The Rosary, through engaging both thought and touch, unites our spiritual and physical natures; our thinking and feeling faculties.
The Rosary
Author: Florence Louisa Barclay
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465608273
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 433
Book Description
The peaceful stillness of an English summer afternoon brooded over the park and gardens at Overdene. A hush of moving sunlight and lengthening shadows lay upon the lawn, and a promise of refreshing coolness made the shade of the great cedar tree a place to be desired. The old stone house, solid, substantial, and unadorned, suggested unlimited spaciousness and comfort within; and was redeemed from positive ugliness without, by the fine ivy, magnolia trees, and wistaria, of many years' growth, climbing its plain face, and now covering it with a mantle of soft green, large white blooms, and a cascade of purple blossom. A terrace ran the full length of the house, bounded at one end by a large conservatory, at the other by an aviary. Wide stone steps, at intervals, led down from the terrace on to the soft springy turf of the lawn. Beyond—the wide park; clumps of old trees, haunted by shy brown deer; and, through the trees, fitful gleams of the river, a narrow silver ribbon, winding gracefully in and out between long grass, buttercups, and cow-daisies. The sun-dial pointed to four o'clock. The birds were having their hour of silence. Not a trill sounded from among the softly moving leaves, not a chirp, not a twitter. The stillness seemed almost oppressive. The one brilliant spot of colour in the landscape was a large scarlet macaw, asleep on his stand under the cedar. At last came the sound of an opening door. A quaint old figure stepped out on to the terrace, walked its entire length to the right, and disappeared into the rose-garden. The Duchess of Meldrum had gone to cut her roses. She wore an ancient straw hat, of the early-Victorian shape known as "mushroom," tied with black ribbons beneath her portly chin; a loose brown holland coat; a very short tweed skirt, and Engadine "gouties." She had on some very old gauntlet gloves, and carried a wooden basket and a huge pair of scissors. A wag had once remarked that if you met her Grace of Meldrum returning from gardening or feeding her poultry, and were in a charitable frame of mind, you would very likely give her sixpence. But, after you had thus drawn her attention to yourself and she looked at you, Sir Walter Raleigh's cloak would not be in it! Your one possible course would be to collapse into the mud, and let the ducal "gouties" trample on you. This the duchess would do with gusto; then accept your apologies with good nature; and keep your sixpence, to show when she told the story. The duchess lived alone; that is to say, she had no desire for the perpetual companionship of any of her own kith and kin, nor for the constant smiles and flattery of a paid companion. Her pale daughter, whom she had systematically snubbed, had married; her handsome son, whom she had adored and spoiled, had prematurely died, before the death, a few years since, of Thomas, fifth Duke of Meldrum. He had come to a sudden and, as the duchess often remarked, very suitable end; for, on his sixty-second birthday, clad in all the splendours of his hunting scarlet, top hat, and buff corduroy breeches, the mare he was mercilessly putting at an impossible fence suddenly refused, and Thomas, Duke of Meldrum, shot into a field of turnips; pitched upon his head, and spoke no more.
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465608273
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 433
Book Description
The peaceful stillness of an English summer afternoon brooded over the park and gardens at Overdene. A hush of moving sunlight and lengthening shadows lay upon the lawn, and a promise of refreshing coolness made the shade of the great cedar tree a place to be desired. The old stone house, solid, substantial, and unadorned, suggested unlimited spaciousness and comfort within; and was redeemed from positive ugliness without, by the fine ivy, magnolia trees, and wistaria, of many years' growth, climbing its plain face, and now covering it with a mantle of soft green, large white blooms, and a cascade of purple blossom. A terrace ran the full length of the house, bounded at one end by a large conservatory, at the other by an aviary. Wide stone steps, at intervals, led down from the terrace on to the soft springy turf of the lawn. Beyond—the wide park; clumps of old trees, haunted by shy brown deer; and, through the trees, fitful gleams of the river, a narrow silver ribbon, winding gracefully in and out between long grass, buttercups, and cow-daisies. The sun-dial pointed to four o'clock. The birds were having their hour of silence. Not a trill sounded from among the softly moving leaves, not a chirp, not a twitter. The stillness seemed almost oppressive. The one brilliant spot of colour in the landscape was a large scarlet macaw, asleep on his stand under the cedar. At last came the sound of an opening door. A quaint old figure stepped out on to the terrace, walked its entire length to the right, and disappeared into the rose-garden. The Duchess of Meldrum had gone to cut her roses. She wore an ancient straw hat, of the early-Victorian shape known as "mushroom," tied with black ribbons beneath her portly chin; a loose brown holland coat; a very short tweed skirt, and Engadine "gouties." She had on some very old gauntlet gloves, and carried a wooden basket and a huge pair of scissors. A wag had once remarked that if you met her Grace of Meldrum returning from gardening or feeding her poultry, and were in a charitable frame of mind, you would very likely give her sixpence. But, after you had thus drawn her attention to yourself and she looked at you, Sir Walter Raleigh's cloak would not be in it! Your one possible course would be to collapse into the mud, and let the ducal "gouties" trample on you. This the duchess would do with gusto; then accept your apologies with good nature; and keep your sixpence, to show when she told the story. The duchess lived alone; that is to say, she had no desire for the perpetual companionship of any of her own kith and kin, nor for the constant smiles and flattery of a paid companion. Her pale daughter, whom she had systematically snubbed, had married; her handsome son, whom she had adored and spoiled, had prematurely died, before the death, a few years since, of Thomas, fifth Duke of Meldrum. He had come to a sudden and, as the duchess often remarked, very suitable end; for, on his sixty-second birthday, clad in all the splendours of his hunting scarlet, top hat, and buff corduroy breeches, the mare he was mercilessly putting at an impossible fence suddenly refused, and Thomas, Duke of Meldrum, shot into a field of turnips; pitched upon his head, and spoke no more.
The Thorn Rosary
Author: Eileen Tabios
Publisher:
ISBN: 9780984117727
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 0
Book Description
"THE THORN ROSARY gathers a selection of prose poems by Eileen R. Tabios that were released between 1998 and 2010 by publishers in the U.S., Philippines and Finland. While Ms. Tabios writes in many forms and actually created a popular minimalist poetic form called the "hay(na)ku", much of her work has been in prose poetry. The bulk of her first collection and recipient of the Philippines' National Book Award for Poetry, Beyond Life Sentences (1998), and the entirety of her first U.S.-published book, Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole (2002), are prose poems."--Provided by publisher.
Publisher:
ISBN: 9780984117727
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 0
Book Description
"THE THORN ROSARY gathers a selection of prose poems by Eileen R. Tabios that were released between 1998 and 2010 by publishers in the U.S., Philippines and Finland. While Ms. Tabios writes in many forms and actually created a popular minimalist poetic form called the "hay(na)ku", much of her work has been in prose poetry. The bulk of her first collection and recipient of the Philippines' National Book Award for Poetry, Beyond Life Sentences (1998), and the entirety of her first U.S.-published book, Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole (2002), are prose poems."--Provided by publisher.
Manchester Streets and Manchester Men
Author: Thomas Swindells
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Manchester (England)
Languages : en
Pages : 268
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Manchester (England)
Languages : en
Pages : 268
Book Description
Passages from the History of a Wasted Life. By a Middle-aged Man [J. Dix, Afterwards Ross]. Second Edition
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 260
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 260
Book Description
The Christian Witness, and Church Member's Magazine:
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Theology
Languages : en
Pages : 620
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Theology
Languages : en
Pages : 620
Book Description
The Life and Adventures of Sir William Wallace
Author: George Grant (author of Panorama of science.)
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 278
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 278
Book Description
Speeches and Addresses, Political, Social, Literary
Author: Thomas Newbigging
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Politicians
Languages : en
Pages : 388
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Politicians
Languages : en
Pages : 388
Book Description
Self-Reliance: a book for young men; being brief biographic sketches of men, who have risen to independence and usefulness by perseverance and energy
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Great Britain
Languages : en
Pages : 224
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Great Britain
Languages : en
Pages : 224
Book Description