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...burned, a quiet wick in a wild night, Loving what lie beheld and will behold...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Eternal Riddles | 1/7/1957 | See Source »

...disrobe herself. And then she asked him once more, "Do you still see the vision?" "I can no longer see it. The vision has fled in bashfulness at our intimacy." "Then rejoice," cried Khadija, "for by the Lord it was an angel and no devil that you have beheld...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INDIA: The Battle of the Book | 10/1/1956 | See Source »

GOETHE, like others before him and others since, was moved to poetry by the sights of the blue Mediterranean. "All the dreams of my youth I beheld realized before me," exclaimed Goethe-for generations of fogbound northerners gazing for the first time at the sun-gilt beauties of Venice, Rome, and the isles of Greece. On the shores of this history-steeped sea were said, done, written and made the best part of what the West still lives by. The story of the Mediterranean is the story of Christ and Moses and Mohammed, of Homer and Socrates, Caesar and Cleopatra...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Mediterranean: Cradle of History | 8/20/1956 | See Source »

...fairest land that eyes have beheld," wrote Christopher Columbus when he discovered the Caribbean island of Jamaica in 1494. This winter 100,000 sun-seeking North American tourists are discovering Jamaica and echoing Columbus. The lush British colony, only three hours by air from Miami, is the Temperate Zone dweller's vision of Eden: white sand beaches and an emerald surf, blue mountains and waterfalls in the distance, a green landscape of palms, banana and sugar cane, splashed with gaudy contrasts of scarlet poinciana blooms, yellow and coral bougainvillaea vines and fragrant orchards of mangoes, limes and tangerines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BRITISH WEST INDIES: Island in the Sun | 3/12/1956 | See Source »

...summer without end And sound alone. But it was more than that, More even than her voice, and ours, among The meaningless plungings of water and the wind . . Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there never was a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: POETRY: The Vice President of Shapes | 8/15/1955 | See Source »

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