Catherine Maria Fanshawe Quotes
Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.
Catherine Maria Fanshawe
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Ethan Hawke
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Philip Sidney
I live in Chicago, but my work is always in New York or L.A., so I always have to travel for my job.
Kristin Cavallari
An unjust peace is better than a just war.
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Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.
Catherine Maria Fanshawe