I had originally planned to highlight just one particular author today - Marcel Proust. I have heard much about the french novelist and his writings and wanted to learn more about him. However, we just returned from our county's creek week clean up in which our cub scout pack took part and I'm tired, sore and have a big case of brain fog, that even a nap hasn't cured. So will save that for another day. Instead I will leave you with a few interesting links to things that start with P. Who knows, you may just discover a new to you author and decide to read more of their works.
Project Gutenberg: 30,000 free ebooks you can read online or download to your e-readers.
Poemhunter.com: In honor of national poetry month, a place to find all kinds of poetry by well known and some not so well known poets.
Marcel Proust: "As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress."
Thomas Paine: "The instant formal government is abolished, society begins to act. A general association takes place, and common interest produces common security."
Plutarch: "Know how to listen, and you will profit even from those who talk badly"
Edgar Allan Poe: "I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."
Penguin Group Publishing online: Excerpts from their newest books
Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
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