Saturday, June 9, 2007

Rhyme

3 comments:

Rachel Brohammer said...

"Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild;
God in his mercy, protection is showing,
comfort and hope to the poor orphan child."

Page 18, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.

wells, Blaine said...

pg 222 angels and demons: dan brown

"from sante's earthly tomb with demon's hole, 'cross rome the mystic elements unfold. the path of light is laid, the sacred test, let angles guide your loftly quest.

alwaysinging411 said...

“The snick of the tongue of the catch finding it’s place in the door frame releases me.”

Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls, page 35