But there are accents sweeter far When Love leaps down our evening star , Holds back the blighting wings of Time, Melts with his breath the crusty rime

[…] the coloured glaze decorated wares which we now call majolica, but which Minton referred to as Palissy wares.

[…] but I had the story from some French officers of distinction, who mentioned the name of the injured and prudent husband, and that he was a person of very high rank. That name, however, even if I had not forgotten it, I should not think it fair to repeat, because it would seem to be a matter of some moment to the gentleman though he was an Acteon, not to be thought so.

There was a musician on tabla and tamboura, Ed Feldman, a reminder that Ms. Coltrane made music for Vedic meditation for about half her life, eventually founding an ashram in Southern California.