The painting depicts an exhausted German soldier returning from war, resting his weary head in the lap of a young woman. She is portrayed as young, beautiful, and pure, symbolizing the personification of Germany.
All I Ask is a Tall Ship is a unique and soul-yearning evocation of this great romantic era. As you dreamily turn the pages of this almost spiritual pilgrimage you will breathe the aromas and taste the briny of a vast place on earth that remains enigmatically indifferent from its terrestrial counterpart.
Back in 1800, Thomas Cochrane, the guy who inspired Jack Aubrey from Master and Commander, got his first command: a little sloop called the Speedy. It had 14 four-pounder guns and a crew of about 80 men. Mostly, Cochrane did convoy duty, but he also got a few […]
THE PRESENCE OF GOD THAT WE SEE . I searched for God where I thought I would find, His spirit of love as a ghost, A presence beyond the borders of man, Yet a friend who was closer than most. . For Christmas was coming, the old would […]
Wandering through art galleries and museums, bookshops, parks and gardens, why not pause to consider who it was or what it was that inspired the creation of each work of art.
The mysterious Tiffany is the stunningly beautiful and effervescent heiress of a Russian oligarch’s Spanish bordello named Sex Fest at Tiffany’s. The heart-warming novel is the sequel to The Dovetails Hotel by Michael Walsh. The ultimate light-hearted holiday romance unfolds when Gareth, Leonora and Felicity celebrate their ménage […]
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens is a classic bildungsroman novel that follows the life and adventures of its supposed protagonist, David Copperfield, from his childhood to adulthood, as he navigates the trials and tribulations of the highs and lows of Victorian society. The novel begins with David’s birth […]
You are the same talented person as you will be when you are a household name. Never forget your true worth is not dependent upon tomorrow but on what you are today.
WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING . The summer breezes balmy, Brought cotton clouds to rest, They drifted aimless, some were caught, Upon the mountain crest, The maid was plucking flowers, Her shoulder turned aside, To hide the blush upon her cheek, Was it a flush of pride? That I […]
THE FACE IN THE CROWD . The sun went down and the night came grey, I pulled the blinds on another day. The chill was mine when I thought no more, Of the face in the crowd, I was looking for. . Her face I had seen from […]
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