With a grave face she pulls the oars to and fro, her eyes fixed upon a nearby cliff above the waters. She traces the edge and holds her breath, reliving the chilling distance down to the bottom. Her rhythm is steady and slow as she breaks through the familiar fog. The sound of waves...
On a still river surrounded by weeping willows,the woman rows her boat towards the open sea.With a grave face she pull the oars to and fro,her eyes fixed upon a nearby cliff above the waters.She traces the edge and holds her breath,reliving the chilling distance down to the bottom.Her ...
I saw it spread itself with surprising swiftness upon the surface; but the effect of smoothing the waves was not produced; for I had applied it first on the leeward side of the pond, where the waves were largest, and the wind drove my oil back upon the shore. I then went to the ...
“difeng禘風”) to the wind gods. Drawing upon the history of wind disasters and sacrifices to the wind gods in early China, this article suggests that the pieces entitled “Gufeng谷風” (included in theXiaoya小雅 section) and “Herensi何人斯” provide descriptions of “ningfeng” (appeasing...
(Zephyrus) breathed through the flowery garden, Apollon turned a quick eye upon his young darling, his yearning never satisfied; if he saw the plant beaten by the breezes, he remembered the quoit, and trembled for fear the wind, so jealous once about the boy, might hate him even in a ...
On a still river surrounded by weeping willows, the woman rows her boat towards the open sea.With a grave face she pulls the oars to and fro, her eyes fixed upon a nearby cliff above the waters. She traces the edge and holds her breath, reliving the chilling distance down to the ...
"Zeus, at the utmost verge of earth, was ware of all: straight left he Okeanos's stream, and to wide heaven ascended, charioted upon the Anemoi (Winds), Euros (the East Wind), Boreas (the North Wind), Zephyros (the West Wind), and Notos (the South Wind) : for Iris rainbow-plu...
She played upon the lute and sang, though not always the old Danish songs but songs in foreign languages. There were life and gaiety here; guests of distinction came from far and near; the sounds of music and the clinking of glasses were so loud that even I could not drown th...
There, by myself, I stumbled upon a dark room with black walls and some benches that were arranged not unlike pews. Bright lights were pointed at the front of the room, reflecting intensely off the silver and gold metallic foils of an exhibit on loan from the Smithsonian called “The ...
I’d discovered experientially that singing “Battle Hymn of the Republic” made me pick up the pace by a knot or so. No other song seemed to have that effect. “Eddystone Light” was fun to sing (especially the part about life upon the ro-o-o-o-lling sea) but it didn’t make ...