Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;
The garden reeks with an East Indian scent
From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;
The white heat pales the skies from side to side;
But in still lakes and rivers, cool, content,
Like starry blooms on a new firmament,
White lilies float and regally abide.
In vain the cruel skies their hot rays shed;
The lily does not feel their brazen glare.
In vain the pallid clouds refuse to share
Their dews, the lily feels no thirst, no dread.
Unharmed she lifts her queenly face and head;
She drinks of living waters and keeps fair.
Poema "A Calendar Of Sonnets", escrito por Helen Hunt Jackson [18/10/1830 ~ 12/08/1885]
It really is July already, wow... 😏
ResponderEliminarTime flies, doesn't it? 🤷♂️
And LOL at that Chace Crawford fake nude 😜
So ou know Crawford too? What do you think of his role in the series "The Boys"? :)
EliminarHaven't seen that one. 😏 I've watched him in Gossip Girl thougg, a TV show from a decade ago, or so. I did watch him in a couple movies. He wasn't a good actor back then, at least IMHO. Maybe he got better by now. 🤷♂️
EliminarGuess he stills keep the "regular actor" from before. But the official poster about The Boys Series, which you can see here on blog in "https://jfbelfort.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-boys-1-temporada.html" is promising, eheheh! :)
Eliminarvien ici, came here :)
ResponderEliminarWelcome July, Francisco! <3
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