 | Susan Fales-Hill - 2004 - 300 páginas
...lips curl in an expression of knowing expectation. Above the photograph, verses from Byron promise, “No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet /To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.” it was in the world of beautiful people smoking and drinking in romantically lit supper dubs, in an... | |
 | Calvin Miller - 2003 - 100 páginas
...joy. We have obeyed, God has smiled, the music flies! xi “On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.” Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii., Stanza 22. WHEN WE WIN GOD'S PLEASURE WE RELEASE... | |
 | Anthony Clarke, Gaalen Lee Erickson - 2003 - 280 páginas
...better than we do; we're all going to learn this year.” “On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.” Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1812—18 At the end of the full week practicum, teacher and... | |
 | Ian L. Donnachie, Carmen Lavin - 2004 - 400 páginas
...the wind, 190 Or the car rattling o'er the stony street, On with the dance! let joy be uncon fined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feetBut, hark!—that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And... | |
 | 2004 - 516 páginas
...Children are our most valuable resource. —Herbert Hoover On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. —Lord Byron I am not young enough to know everything. —Oscar Wilde The potential possibilities... | |
 | Henry Clews - 2006 - 360 páginas
...the sound of cannon unexpectedly boomed above the music: "On with the dance! Let joy be unconfmed; No sleep till morn when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose... | |
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On with the dance ! let joy be unconfin'd; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet. To chase the glowing hours with flying feet— But, hark!—that heavy sound breaks in once more. As if the clouds its echo would repeat: And nearer, clearer,... 
