... absolutely exact. Regards Vlasta ... Think nothing of it ma am. It s all in a night s work:). Anyway, you don t have me to thank but Google - the searchMessage 1 of 1 , May 1, 2000View Source
>Thank you. I really appreciated it. The description of the term wasabsolutely exact.
Think nothing of it ma'am. It's all in a night's work:). Anyway, you don't
have me to thank but
Google - the search engine for the savvy researcher.
Talking of research facilities. I would also recommend SmartBorg
(http://www.smartborg.com), an engine that parses your query and recommends
engine based on that query.
Then there is MetaIQ (http://www.metaiq.com/), which provides both
meta-searching and a
directory of search engines -- plus free e-mail, and..and... whew. There's a
lot to digest on its
front page. The main thing is the search box at the top of the page, which
gives you the
option of searching from nine different search engines. There are also
categories of search engines encompassing dozens and dozens of specialist
Categories include arts, education, genealogy, etc. The only trouble with
MetaIQ is that it
offers so much at once. It may take you a little time to get yourself
oriented. Worth a look.
I subscribe to Free Pint (http://www.freepint.co.uk), which describes itself
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I wish you all a merry May Day.
Late evening, on the first of May--
The twilit May--the time of love.
Meltingly called the turtle-dove,
Where rich and sweet pinewoods lay.
Whispered of love the mosses frail,
The flowering tree as sweetly lied,
The rose's fragrant sigh replied
To love-songs of the nightingale.
In shadowy woods the burnished lake
Darkly complained a secret pain,
By circling shores embraced again;
And heaven's clear sun leaned down to take
A road astray in azure deeps,
Like burning tears the lover weeps.
A haze of stars in heaven hovers--
That church of endless love's communion--
Each jewel blanches and recovers
As blanch and burn long-parted lovers
In the high rapture of reunion.
How clear, to her full beauty grown,
How pale, how clear, the moon above,
Like maiden seeking for her love,
A rosy halo round her thrown!
Her mirrored image she espied,
And of self-love, beholding, died.
Forth from the farms pale shadows strayed,
Lengthening longing to their kind,
Till they embraced, and close entwined,
Coiled low into the lap of shade,
Grown all one twilight unity.
Tree in the shadows writhes to tree.
In the far mountains' dark confine
Pine leans to birch and birch to pine.
Wave baunting wave the streamlets move.
For love's sake--in the time of love--
Anguished goes every living thing.
Translation Edith Pargeter
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