I've almost gained my heav'nly home; My spirit loudly sings; The holy ones behold they come, I hear the noise of wings.... O come, angel band, Come and around me stand. O bear me away on your snowy wings, To my immortal home.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship--only backward. You try to start again but get i...nto blaming over and over. Finally you are both worn out, exhausted, hopeless. Then lawyers are called in to pick clean the corpses. The death has occurred much earlier.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
During the cattle drives, Texas cowboy music came into national significance. Its practical purpose is well known--it was used pri...marily to keep the herds quiet at night, for often a ballad sung loudly and continuously enough might prevent a stampede. However, the cowboy also sang because he liked to sing.... In this music of the range and trail is "the grayness of the prairies, the mournful minor note of a Texas norther, and a rhythm that fits the gait of the cowboy's pony."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Moscow, breathing fire like a human volcano with its smouldering lava of passion, ambition and politics, its hurly- burly of meeti...ngs and entertainment.... Moscow seethes and bubbles and gasps for air. It's always thirsting for something new, the newest events, the latest sensation. Everyone wants to be the first to know. It's the rhythm of life today.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young lady called Gloria Who was had by Sir Gerald Du Maurier... And then by six men And Sir Gerald again And the band of the Waldorf-Astoria.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Power corrupts ... when the weak band together in order to ruin the strong, but not before. The will to power ... far from being a... characteristic of the strong, is, like envy and greed, among the vices of the weak, and possibly even their most dangerous one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I feel the carousel starting slowly And going faster and faster: desk, papers, books,... Photographs of friends, the window and the trees Merging in one neutral band that surrounds Me on all sides, everywhere I look.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What passes for identity in America is a series of myths about one's heroic ancestors. It's astounding to me, for example, that so... many people really seem to believe that the country was founded by a band of heroes who wanted to be free. That happens not to be true. What happened was that some people left Europe because they couldn't stay there any longer and had to go someplace else to make it. They were hungry, they were poor, they were convicts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When Americans look out on the world, they see nothing but dark and menacing strangers who appear to have no sense of rhythm at al...l, nor any respect or affection for white people; and white Americans really do not know what to make of all this, except to increase the defense budget.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »