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is the highest form of art Bellinsky V. G.

Small cutesy poem irritate nerves more than the creaking wheels Shakespeare W

23 April 1616

the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie - A closet never pierced with crystal eyes - But the defendant doth that plea deny And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To 'cide this title is impanneled A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, And by their verdict is determined The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part: As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part, And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.

Scottish descent.
Founder of the genre of the historical novel
a talented lawyer
for his life wrote and published 28 novels and more than 50 novels

15 August 1771 –
21 September 1832

mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.
Though fair her gems of azure hue,
Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining;
I've seen an eye of lovelier blue,
More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining.
The summer sun that dew shall dry,
Ere yet the day be past its morrow;
No longer in my false love's eye
Remain'd the tear of parting sorrow.

Heights, now considered a classic of English literature
pen name Ellis Bell.

a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.  The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with
snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.  Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below ; But nothing drear can move me : I will not, cannot go.

and power.
Nature - our soul, the beginning of everything, every poet tried to sing her amazing beauty.

and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!

happiness is not a lot of friends, and in the dignity and freedom of choice. (B. Johnson)

like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched. A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise. Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies. A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end. Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend.

My friend is nice. We like to play We play together every day. We laugh and cry And laugh again Because, you see, we're Friends Friends Friends!

more pleasant, fuller and more beautiful than any on earth or in heaven, for love - is a child of God, and lives only in God above all created things. / William Shakespeare /

I have a little Valentine
That someone sent to me.
It’s pink and white
And red and blue,
And pretty as can be.
Forget-me-nots
And round the edge ,
And tiny roses, too;
And such a lovely piece of lace ,
The very palest blue.
And in the centre
There’s a heart
As red as red can be!
And on it’s written
All in gold, “To you,
With Love from me!”
Not only when it’s Valentine’s Day
But always all year through
You’re thought about with words of love
And wished much happiness, too!