“Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love! For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, The story without an end that angels throng to hear, The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!” LoveMindHeartEndsCountryMomentsStoriesJoyHeavenTearsKingsOceanAngelNativeLightningVolumeGlancesWoeSighChordsThrillingIndigenousJehovahHeart LoveMillenniumForbidden LoveWhirlwindSeventh Heaven Book:Proverbial philosophy: a book of thoughts and arguments, originally treated Source: Proverbial philosophy: a book of thoughts and arguments, originally treated
“There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness. Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the palace becomes drab. The gems in the diadem and upon the fingers of the women sparkle drearily like the ice of white seas; the speech of men is as the empty rattle of a jester's bell and the feel comes of things unreal; even the sun is copper in the sky and the breath of the green ocean is no longer fresh.” MenFeelsWhiteSunSeaSkyKingsSpeechOceanEmptyGoldBreathsGreenFingersIceBellsThronesPalacesUnrealSilkGemsWearinessSparkleBrassCopperJester Book:Kull: Exile of Atlantis Source: Kull: Exile of Atlantis
“The whole positioning and atmosphere of the song ["King of the Mountain"] was to build up this thunderstorm that would take us all onstage off into a story where we were suddenly in the middle of the ocean.” WholeStoriesSongMiddleKingsMountainOceanAtmosphereThunderstorm Author:Kate Bush