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When you do work you love, life will be better. In general, people are happier when they love their work. However, there is evidence that this happiness can come at a cost to yourself and others ...
Geistliches Lied (English: "Sacred Song" or "Spiritual Song"), Op. 30, by Johannes Brahms is an 1856 work for four-part mixed chorus accompanied by organ or piano.The composition is in the form of a double canon set to text by Paul Flemming.
Thine for ever may we be Here and in eternity. 2 Thine for ever! Lord of life, Shield us through our earthly strife; Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of day. 3 Thine for ever! O how blest They who find in Thee their rest! Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, O defend us to the end. 4 Thine for ever!
Fleabag (2016—2019). While season one mostly deals with the messy and unsightly sides of grief, season two—as our titular Fleabag instructs in the premiere episode—“is a love story.”
Love you ten years before the Flood: And you should if you please refuse Till the Conversion of the Jews. My vegetable Love should grow Vaster than Empires, and more slow. A hundred years should go to praise Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An Age at least to every part,
For term of life thou art assured mine; And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love of thine. Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, When in the least of them my life hath end. I see a better state to me belongs Than that which on thy humour doth depend: Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
For to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met—or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name. So that eternal love in love’s fresh case Weighs not the dust and injury of age, Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, But makes antiquity for aye his page; Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Where time and outward form would show it dead.