http://www.elizabethanauthors.com/oxfordpoems.htm -------------------------------------------- 18. Were I a king I might command content JTL's version: Were I a king I might command content; Were I obscure unknown would be my cares, And were I dead no thoughts should me torment, Nor words, nor wrongs, nor love, nor hate, nor fears A doubtful choice of these things which
In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things http://soleilmavis.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9B6CD1D7F6F8F411!2278.entry "Life is beautiful", this is a story in the Fascist Concentration Camp, in that young boy's eyes. He did not see the cruel, inhuman suffering, but only love and hope.In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things. In my darkest
In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things http://soleilmavis.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9B6CD1D7F6F8F411!2278.entry "Life is beautiful", this is a story in the Fascist Concentration Camp, in that young boy's eyes. He did not see the cruel, inhuman suffering, but only love and hope.In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things. In my darkest
In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things http://soleilmavis.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9B6CD1D7F6F8F411!2278.entry "Life is beautiful", this is a story in the Fascist Concentration Camp, in that young boy's eyes. He did not see the cruel, inhuman suffering, but only love and hope.In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things. In my darkest
In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things http://soleilmavis.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9B6CD1D7F6F8F411!2278.entry "Life is beautiful", this is a story in the Fascist Concentration Camp, in that young boy's eyes. He did not see the cruel, inhuman suffering, but only love and hope.In the darkness, God gives us an eye to see the most beautiful things. In my darkest
