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  • Melvyn Clarke
    ... 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 search
    Message 1 of 1 , May 1, 2000
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      >Thank you. I really appreciated it. The description of the term was
      absolutely 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
      a search
      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
      several different
      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
      as a free
      fortnightly newsletter written by information professionals who share how
      they find quality
      and reliable information on the Internet. There is something very chatty and
      about this newsletter and I think it's quite an entertaining read as well as
      being very useful for
      anyone who uses the Web for their work.

      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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