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shadows among the trees.
And so, under a short grove of feebler and feebler over-swinging lamps, out under the great grove of stars.
Captain Phillips is a knockout.
Kerrick the weed.
limerick?" asked
There were several pictures of Lula with Evan Duffield, a few of them clearly taken by one or other of the pair themselves, holding the camera at arm's length, both of them apparently stoned or drunk.
The lamp of light.
I rate Morrissey (Steven Patrick Morrissey) as one of the best lyricists in Britain. For me, he's up there with Bryan Ferry.
We have to remember Damien Duff is one of the most good players in the Premiership
Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
Nobody in England knows the real Luis Suarez.
The fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out - a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights
Linden is my thoughts, my air, my earth. Linden is starting to become more than everything to me. I might be going a little bit crazy but I'm pretty sure that's what someone might call falling in love. A fall into madness. Splat. That's going to be me.
Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall
In the woods is perpetual youth.
against Cameron's
The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.
I love Steven Wright.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Beck with a determined look in my eye.
Tim Sherwood has come in, done very well and given us another string to the bow in a different type of way.
There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.
And that's Aston Villa's first league goal since their last one.
comfort. I'd decided Lucy
John Bond has brought in a young left-sided midfield player, who I guess will play on the left side of midfield.
Book. Candle. Nico.
-I bar the candles, ... I bar the magic-lantern
business.
the Poor Men of Lyons,
I'm Louis the Tommo Tomlinson!
Peter Crouch, the Marmite of football.
The light of life!
Harry: Where's Louis?
(Louis suddenly appears.)
Zayn: Louis, where you been?
Liam: How did you get there?
Louis: I don't know.
Liam: Magic carpet, gotta be.
Louis: I don't know.
Legacy Damian Green
Light of lights!
Labrinth is a super talented singer, producer, songwriter from London.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Edward? Yes yes yes. It is me. Edward thought.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Baikida Carroll, whose balance of bravada and tenderness, facility and understatement mark him as a player to be reckoned with.
These blessed candles of the night.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
How can I think of leaving Liverpool after a night like this?
The tree said in its rooted being, All my leaves are seen, but one, this one in the darkness cast by all the others. This one leaf I keep secret to myself. Who will see it in the darkness of my leaves? And who will count the number of them?
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.
My baby will be growing up in Liverpool, so we have another Scouser.
psychologist Timothy
I didn't know Ian Smith myself!
Donald - ruler Donovan
Joseph and I arrived at Edward's
Call me Richard, I love it when you call me Richard.
You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.
I have gone to the forest
Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Isn't there the light of seven heavens in your heart alone, the way you'll be an angel's lamp to me from this out, and I abroad in the darkness, spearing salmons in the Owen, or the Carrowmore?
Bridgeport?" Said I.
"Camelot," Said he.
I found a copy of Leven's birth certificate and was surprised to see his birth name listed as E. Leven Thumps. I assume the E. stands for Elton, and I have no idea why they didnt spell it out, but it's intresting to think that it took exactly eleven whacks or thumps to down the oldest tree.
TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
Oh, he occasionally takes an alcoholiday.
What I carry in my backpack down to the river, I carry not knowing that in less than an hour Thomas Broughton will be dead. That is not a knowledge I carry yet, but I will carry it soon - the knowledge of my darkest self - and I will carry it forever.
Richard is a very sexy man. He's got that sort of jungle essence that one can sense. (on Richard Burton)
Leave me in the night but please don't leave me in the dark
The evening of a well spent youth brings it's lamps with it.
A tree there is that from its topmost bough
Is half all glittering flame and half all green
Abounding foliage moistened with the dew;
And half is half and yet is all the scene;
And half and half consume what they renew ...
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.
Beckham? His wife can't sing and his barber can't cut hair.
away from Clive.
Can't always be the living legend."-Louis
Playing with Paul Scholes is like playing with the light on.
In the light, we shall brightly.
The light that brings the dawn.
GLOUCESTER
Now, good sir, what are you?
EDGAR
A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows,
Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows
Am pregnant to good pity.
Ulick Norman Owen.
Frank Lampard has a vision for seeing things
I'm absolutely happy with where Louis Litt is. The writers, starting with Aaron [Korsh], have just made him into a human being.
Something snapped inside Maryse. He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He's my son.
Ginsberg, Clifton, Sedgwick - are
Dear Jacob,
I win.
Sincerely, Edward
Solution: Winchester.
Life is sometimes sad and often dull, but there are currants in the cake, and here is one of them.
You hear, Eugene?' said Lightwood over his shoulder. 'You are deeply interested in lime.'
'Without lime,' returned that unmoved barrister at law, 'my existence would be unilluminated by a ray of hope.
Don't make trouble at the pub tonight, Wayne," the man intoned in response. "My temper is really short." "Temper?" Wayne said, passing him. "That's a funny name for it, mate, but if the ladies like you givin' silly names to your body parts, I ain't gonna say nothin'.
Well Terry, can you tell us where you are in the league, how far are you ahead of the second team?
A roar rumbled in Curran's throat. Barabas sat back a bit. I shuddered. "So scary. Still can't tell you." He opened his mouth. "Lorelei," I said. Curran swore. Barabas
Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.
Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.
Introducing 'Lite': the new way to spell 'Light'; but with twenty per cent fewer letters.
LIBERACE!' Owen would have cried. 'WHO WOULD HAVE BELIEVED IT POSSIBLE? LIBERACE! KILLED BY WATERMELONS!
Lanith? Don't bewitch the Church boys. Their disappointment is a mess to untangle when they follow you home.
Becks?"
"Yes?"
"Santa smoked a reefer and decorated my house."
"What? Hold on, I'll be there in a few minutes.
Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.
Samuel Johnson Is Indignant:that Scotland has so few trees.
It took Celine a
I'm quite looking forward to the fact that people know me as Richard rather than Craig.
You want a torch or a candle, maybe? You've got your head so far up your own arse, it must be dark in there. -Sam
I wish I were a candle in the darkness.