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Tischner Family Book Review. Chosen by Dad

Finished Book II. From jeweled thrones to the brink of Chaos.

And time and place are lost

Long is the way
And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

Milton is more painter than poet

Finished Book I

From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer’s day

Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven

Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven

My heart would wish it broke before

They dropped like stars

Remorse is memory awake

I lost a world the other day

Yet I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

Shadows hold their breath

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;

The seasons prayed around his knees,

An orchard for a dome

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;

Silence among friends forms a pleasant shape

George Herbert, Love (III)

So I did sit and eat.

My tea bag graced me with Miss Dickinson this afternoon

Beauty is not caused. It is.

His presence is enchantment,

He lived where dreams were sown.

George Herbert, Love (III)

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

George Herbert, Love (III)

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.

June, and all that came with it

One should go away long enough to know the cotton-soft contentment of coming home

The lot of the eavesdropper is a heavy one