Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Between the sunset and the sea

Between the sunset and the sea
My love laid hands and lips on me;
Of sweet came sour, of day came night,
Of long desire came brief delight:
Ah love, and what thing came of thee
Between the sea-downs and the sea?

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them
Jo Walton

Canute, the world's largest floating crane
named after King Cnut, who reproved his courtiers, near this very spot
When King Cnut had reigned for twenty years, he died at Shaftesbury and was buried in the ancient monastery at Winchester. About the power of this king a little should be stated. For no English king ever had such wide-ranging authority. For he was at once the lord of all Denmark, of all England, of all Norway, and also of Scotland.
Indeed, apart from a number of wars in which he shone greatly, he conducted himself gracefully and magnificently in three matters:
The first is, that he married his daughter to the Roman Emperor with unutterable splendor.
The second, that going to Rome he arranged a reduction by a half in toll dues along the road that leads though Gaul to Rome. The third, that with the greatest vigor he commanded that his chair should be set on the shore, when the tide began to rise. And then he spoke to the rising sea saying “You are part of my dominion, and the ground that I am seated upon is mine, nor has anyone disobeyed my orders with impunity. Therefore, I order you not to rise onto my land, nor to wet the clothes or body of your Lord”. But the sea carried on rising as usual without any reverence for his person, and soaked his feet and legs. Then he moving away said: “All the inhabitants of the world should know that the power of kings is vain and trivial, and that none is worthy the name of king but He whose command the heaven, earth and sea obey by eternal laws”. Therefore King Cnut never afterwards placed the crown on his head, but above a picture of the Lord nailed to the cross, turning it forever into a means to praise God, the great king. By whose mercy may the soul of King Cnut enjoy peace.
Henry of Huntingdon, Chronicle, 1129

If I could lick the sunset, I’ll bet it would taste like Neapolitan ice cream
Jarod Kintz
Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age
Vera Nazarian

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