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This is our first episode to be recorded in Alexx's new apartment! Listen to how spacious and lovely it sounds, as if it were sound-crafted by professional interior decorators using the finest Parian marble.Join us, won't you, for some Adventure Time? In this episode, we cover Season 5, episodes:E7 - DaveyE8 - Mystery DungeonE9 - All Your FaultThere is a lot of Lemongrab in this episode. It is terrifying.

Juany y Luis sobrevivieron su viaje a México y nos cuentan qué comieron, bebieron, y dónde jangearon en Ciudad de México, Puebla y Oaxaca con el corillo del podcast Puestos Pa'l Problema.  Suscríbete a nuestro nuevo canal Youtube.  ¿Necesitas ayudas utilizando tus puntos o millas? ¿Quiéres que evalúemos tus opciones? ¡Envía tus preguntas por Instagram, Facebook y Youtube y te podemos seleccionar para ayudarte! Con Juany Nadal, Luis Herrero y Myriam Ocasio. Si te gusta Que Buena Vida!, recuerda dejarnos 5 estrellas Michellin en Apple Podcasts. Y síguenos en Instagram, Facebook y Twitter.  No olvides visitar Puerto Rico Eats y seguirlos en Instagram, Facebook y Twitter. SHOW NOTES ITINERARIO - Llegada ciudad de Mexico Desayuno y salida a Puebla, visitando Cholula, PIRAMIDE CHOLULA PUEBLA - ALMUERZO EN FONDA DE TACOS CERCA DEL CALLEJÓN DEL SAPO CENA - ESTÁBAMOS MUERTOS Y NOS QUEDAMOS EN EL HOTEL Fiesta Inn Parque Puebla Desayuno. Visita a la catedral y Parian (mercado de artesanías) en Puebla salida a Oaxaca. HOTEL VICTORIA en Oaxaca Cena Primera noche - Levadura de Olla Restaurante - 1 estrella Michelin Jangueo en discoteca - Cozana Primer Restaurante Los Danzantes - 1 estrella Michelin Cena en Crudo - Mención Michelin Almuerzo en Hacienda de Mezcal - Los Amantes HOTEL CDMX Hotel Fontan Reforma Cena en Quintonil, Dos Estrellas Michelin Pirámides Cena en Pujol Cena en Maximo Bistrot See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cade Parian of the Parian Lawyers Firm based in Carrolton, GA joins the podcast this week. Cade is 3rd generation Carrolton and he exemplifies what it means to be entrenched in, and serve, his community. We talk about the set up of Cade's firm and the “non-traditional” approach he takes to his cases and his firm. What you see is what you get with Cade and its great to hear how views his practice, his firm and his approach to his clients and community. As Cade says:“I hate to sound like a country song, but a lot of them tell the truth. The people of West Georgia and East Alabama are my people. We get each other. I understand the hardships that a death, injury or arrest can cause these folks. I am one of them. Dig hard. Get dirty. Complete the job.”Cade has recently joined Miles Mediation as a mediator so we discuss that transition in his practice and why he felt a calling to mediate. We learn how he views the mediation process and why it can be so effective. Cade has never met a microphone or a stage that he didn't like. In fact, he may even by the one person out there who talks more than I do. From being an auctioneer to announcing Carrolton HS Football Games to everything in between, Cade talks about his approach to public speaking and the outlet it gives him. As an wannabe sports announcer myself, we go deep into his football broadcasts. We even fit some clothing talk in to the hour … vests and athleisure wear as preferred over suits and ties. Cade has a new born baby at home so we want to especially thank him for shaking off those sleepless nights and coming in and spending time with us. This is a great hour with a great guy that you will not want to miss. As always, this episode is powered by the J. Stein Law Firm – www.jsteinlawfirm.com – a personal injury law firm in Atlanta, GA. If you enjoy the podcast please leave us a 5 Star Review and hit that subscribe button!

por RWBro. K. Gopalswami, P.Dy.GM, Gandhi era um maçom? a pergunta pode parecer engraçada e para alguns até profana mas, a questão é relevante e importante para a Maçonaria. Para o observador superficial, a resposta à pergunta acima é "Não". Ao contrário de Pandit Motilal Nehru e Rajaji, ambos maçons, Gandhi não era membro de nossa Ordem, mas era em todos os sentidos do termo um verdadeiro maçom. Alguém poderia apenas desejar que os maçons de todo o mundo, especialmente na Índia, levassem uma vida tão piedosa e pura como ele levou a cada momento de sua existência. Não houve expoente maior dos princípios básicos da Arte - amor fraterno, alívio e verdade - e poucos os praticaram em suas vidas como ele. De piedade, ele foi o exemplo mais notável de nossos tempos e, de fato, de todas as épocas. Admiradores e críticos o aclamaram como um sucessor legítimo na longa linhagem de videntes e santos = avataras, os Rishis e Buda, Cristo, mahomed, Zoroastro e os Sikh Gurus. Sua atitude era de completa fé e entrega total a Deus. Um candidato à Maçonaria é informado no início de sua carreira que "Onde o nome de Deus é invocado, nós confiamos que nenhum perigo pode garantir". Quando seu filho mais velho, Manilal, estava gravemente doente e ele estava dando-lhe apenas tratamento naturopático, Gandhi simplesmente se resignou ao Senhor e orou: "Minha honra está em Tuas mãos, ó Deus, nesta hora de perigo". Em pouco tempo, Manilal dobrou a esquina e estava no caminho da recuperação. É com tal espírito que os maçons são exortados a se renderem à vontade do Grande Arquiteto do Universo. Como o Senhor Krishna diz no Bhagavad Gita (Capítulo 7 Shloka 19), "Ao final de muitos nascimentos, o homem sábio vem a mim percebendo que tudo isso é Vaasudeva (o Ser mais íntimo); Gandhi era a personificação da fé imorredoura no Deus Vivo e Verdadeiro Altíssimo, pois ele disse: Religião para mim é uma fé viva na Força Suprema Invisível." Ele nunca se preocupou com os resultados de suas ações; em vez disso, concentrou-se em os meios- "Quando estou seguro da pureza dos meios, basta a fé para me guiar". O lema maçónico de amor fraterno, alívio e verdade foi o credo de Gandhi na vida, que ele não apenas pregou, mas praticou infalivelmente. Um crente firme na Paternidade de Deus e na Fraternidade do homem, o serviço Parian, o serviço de vidas, era para ele o único gion. "A humanidade", disse ele, "está dividida em compartimentos estanques. Os homens podem ocupar mil quartos, mas todos estão relacionados entre si". Como o Papa João, Gandhi acreditava que o importante é continuar a amar uns aos outros, agarrar-se ao que une os homens, deixando de lado aquelas pequenas coisas que colocam os homens uns contra os outros. Como foi dito de Jesus Cristo, ao falar com as pessoas sobre problemas individuais, Gandhi sempre aplicava a elas o princípio do amor; Ele sempre derramou uma lágrima de solidariedade sobre as reclamações dos outros e derramou o bálsamo curador da consolação no seio dos aflitos. A caridade, no sentido mais amplo do termo - respeito pela consciência alheia, consideração pelos sentimentos alheios, simpatia compreensiva - era a regra da sua vida. Certa vez, ele comentou: "Por natureza, sou tão moldado que toda calamidade me comove, independentemente das pessoas que ela possa atingir." E, quanto à verdade, quem não conhece a fidelidade inabalável de Gandhi à verdade? Sua verdade não era meramente honestidade ou unidade de pensamento, palavra e ação. Tinha uma compreensão mais ampla: "Tudo o que aparece e acontece ao nosso redor é incerto, transitório", disse ele; "mas há um Ser Supremo oculto nela como uma certeza. A busca por essa Verdade é o Summum bonum da vida". Novamente, "Eu quero ver Deus face a face. Deus eu sei que é a Verdade. Para mim, o único meio certo de conhecer Deus é a não-violência e a verdade". Os maçons são informados sobre as 24 horas do dia e como devem ser gastas. Gandhi passou todos eles em oração a Deus Todo-Poderoso, durante suas horas --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/malhete-podcast/message

Visit gooptales.com/episode113 to download the free coloring page and enjoy the full cover illustration that go with the story. Like this episode? Subscribe and leave a review on Apple Podcast and Spotify. You can also find us on Spotify, Stitcher, TuneIn, or at GoopTales.com Tag us @GoopTales on Instagram, Facebook or TikTok. If you want the little one to practice their reading skills while also seeing photos of the places Rockerina visits in Greece look up Goop Tales on Youtube. Rest assured we've taken every necessary precaution for the little one to watch safely, this fun video story is 100% made for children and is marked as such by Youtube! One sunny summer day, Rockerina invites Illdoit and Oneupya to go to the rock quarry to hunt rocks. There, she finds Breaka and Smashum destroying the very rock she wanted to find! When she tries to stop them, she gets sucked right into the rock and pops out in the Temple of Zeus in Greece. She can't take any rocks from there, but a helpful hoopoe tells her she should go to Paros to find some Parian marble, a very special kind of rock that will be perfect for Rockerina's collection!  The path to Paros is a bit dangerous, and the rock quarry may not be as welcoming as Rockerina had hoped. Will she be able to take a step back and resist the urge to claim every rock she sees for her own? Listen to find out!

Subscribe to Quotomania on Simplecast or search for Quotomania on your favorite podcast app!Archilochus, (flourished c. 650 BCE, Paros [Cyclades, Greece]), was a poet and soldier, the earliest Greek writer of iambic, elegiac, and personal lyric poetry whose works have survived to any considerable extent. The surviving fragments of his work show him to have been a metrical innovator of the highest ability.Archilochus's father was Telesicles, a wealthy Parian who founded a colony on the island of Thasos. Archilochus lived on both Paros and Thasos. Fragments of his poetry mention the solar eclipse of April 6, 648 BCE, and the wealth of the Lydian king Gyges (c. 680–645 BCE). The details of Archilochus's life, in the ancient biographical tradition, are derived for the most part from his poems—an unreliable source because the events he described may have been fictitious or may have involved imaginary personae or ritual situations.Modern discoveries, however, have supported the picture given in the poetry. Two inscriptions dedicated to Archilochus were discovered in a sacred area on Paros; they are named, after the men who dedicated them, the Mnesiepes inscription (3rd century BCE) and the Sosthenes inscription (1st century BCE). Archilochus's self-presentation was taken seriously as early as the late 5th century BCE by the Athenian politician and intellectual Critias, who denounced him for presenting himself as the impoverished, quarrelsome, foul-mouthed, lascivious son of a slave woman. Some scholars feel that the Archilochus portrayed in his poems is too scurrilous to be real.Archilochus probably served as a soldier. According to ancient tradition, he fought against Thracians on the mainland near Thasos and died when the Thasians were fighting against soldiers from the island of Naxos. In one famous poem, Archilochus tells, without embarrassment or regret, of throwing his shield away in battle. (“I saved my life. What do I care about my shield? The hell with it! I'll buy another just as good.”) The motif of the abandoned shield appears again in the lyric poems of Alcaeus and Anacreon, in a parody by Aristophanes (Peace), and in a learned variation by the Latin poet Horace (Carmina).Although the truth is difficult to discern with certainty from the poems and other evidence, Archilochus may have been disreputable. He was particularly famous in antiquity for his sharp satire and ferocious invective. It was said that a man named Lycambes betrothed his daughter Neobule to the poet and then later withdrew the plan. In a papyrus fragment published in 1974 (the “Cologne Epode”)—the longest surviving piece of Archilochus's poetry—a man, who is apparently the poet himself, tells in alternately explicit and hinting language how he seduced the sister of Neobule after having crudely rejected Neobule herself. According to the ancient accounts, Lycambes and his daughters committed suicide, shamed by the poet's fierce mocking.Archilochus was the first known Greek poet to employ the elegiac couplet and various iambic and trochaic metres, ranging from dimeter to tetrameter, as well as epodes, lyric metres, and asinarteta (a mixture of different metres). He was a master of the Greek language, moving from Homeric formulas to the language of daily life in a few lines. He was the first European author to make personal experiences and feelings the main subject of his poems: the controlled use of the personal voice in his verse marks a distinct departure from other surviving Greek verse, which is typically more formulaic and heroic. For his technical accomplishments Archilochus was much admired by later poets, such as Horace, but there was also severe criticism, especially of a moralistic character, by writers such as the poet Pindar (5th century BCE).From https://www.britannica.com/biography/Archilochus-Greek-author. For more information about Archilochus:“Archilochus”: http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A2008.01.0480%3Avolume%3D2%3Atext%3D21“Archilochus: A poet and a mercenary?”: https://www.ancientworldmagazine.com/articles/archilochus-poet-mercenary/

Jace and Rocky break down the death of the Justice League in #75. The events of Infinite Frontier and Justice League Incarnate have been leading to this. The once sympathetic Pariah has chosen to align himself with the Great Darkness as a way to finally be free of his tortured existence. Unfortunately for the most powerful of the DC heroes, the power the evil entity has given Parian far outweighs the power of the league combined!

Saber talks about his work recovering the text of the Elamite version of the trilingual inscription at Behistun. This is cuneiform’s equivalent of the Rosetta Stone. It was created at the end of the 6th century BC for Darius the Great of Persia. It has long been famous, but there is still more to learn about it. 3:39 introducing Behistun6:13 the 3 languages9:23 Behistun or Bisitun?10:34 knowledge of Behistun13:21 why new work is needed16:16 Saber’s work20:09 future plans23:43 Behistun and Elamite in Iran You can find Saber here:Academia: https://independent.academia.edu/SaberAmiriParian Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/saaber.pariyaan Twitter: https://twitter.com/Saber_Parian Music by Ruba Hillawi Website: http://wedgepod.orgYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/WedgePod Email: wedgepod@gmail.com Twitter: @wedge_pod Patreon: http://Patreon.com/WedgePod

En este, capítulo 5, te traemos crónica municipal, fútbol, el Parian y testimonios del personaje Félix Navarro, El Bello. . . . Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jorgemontoya Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jorgemontoyaorozco/ Contacto: Jorgemontoyaorozcofuturo@gmail.com

Gabby and Kalai go over a list of haunted places in their hometown - Cebu, and learn disturbing facts like a hotel exclusively housing a cult inside the city.

This week we caught up with Rugby player Siphathisene Steyn Dube, who is based in France plying his trade for Parian outfit Saint Denis Union Sports. He takes us into his rugby journey that has seen him move from just being a KZN rural boy to being one of the highly rated halfbacks in a French Rugby Union league.

Today's show features my interview with Commerce citizen and the face of El Parian, Alicia Vargas! www.commerceforeverpodcast.com bjones@commerceforeverpodcast.com Thank you for subscribing to the show! Be sure to check out my sponsors and show them some love. Shop and stay local! Enjoy!

I'm back! After a longer than expected break, I'm back in my Parian kitchen cooking up goodness and being in my feelings. Speaking of feelings, this episode I talk about my summer holidays, my trip home and the surprising feelings that came along with my trip.  Music: Eternity by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Producer: Lory Martinez, lorymartinez.com Logo: Tiffanie Delune, https://www.tiffaniedelune.com/ You can find the story behind the episode, recipe and the Seafood Sea Me Spotify playlist on the website www.dinnerforonepodcast.com  

Behind The Music with King Parian on No Challenge. King Parian and his manager Chloe join Jacqueline Jax for a great interview out of Quebec Canada about making music and launching a new project in todays music market. https://www.avaliveradio.info/featured/king-parian --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Rory is joined by lezbo comedy couple Tara Parian (Buzzfeed) & Alison Wong (Buzzfeed, UCB) to discuss how to smoke weed efficiently and how Aspen and Salt Lake City are not the same thing. Tara loves signing up for things and gets hired while drunk at a Mets game, while Alison is stoned and distracted by a giant boob. Mariah Carey releases a new song and Rory’s head explodes… and nobody gives him additional ice cubes. Don’t forget to subscribe and follow the show at @superexcitedpod and follow Rory at @itsRORYjames.

L.A. Taco’s Daniel Hernandez recalls leading Jonathan Gold on a taco crawl through Guadalajara and how Gold’s photographic memory of street tacos in Mexico informed his review of El Parian in Los Angeles.

Arrangement 22.11.2016 Dei særprega og vakre mellomalderballadane ber med seg dramatiske historier om alt frå død, valdtekt og blodhemn til vakker kjærleik og erotisk humor, frå religiøse visjonar og historiske hendingar til havfruer og snakkande dyr. Utstillinga «Piri mitt mitt parian» (22.11.–14.1.) trekkjer fram tre sentrale balladar – «Draumkvedet», «Villemann og Magnhild» og «Tordivelen og flua». Kva kan dei fortelje oss om korleis vi har levd før i tida, og kva vi har vore opptekne av? Prof.em. Olav Solberg er balladeforskar og har vore knytt til balladeprosjektet. Saman med kvedar Øyonn Groven Myhren, stortingspresident og kulturpolitikar Olemic Thommesen og musikar Knut Reiersrud samtalar han med redaktør i Bokmagasinet Karin Haugen om mellomalderballadar og arven dei ber med seg. Arrangementet er del av Nasjonalbiblioteket si lansering av tolv bind med mellomalderballadar: «Kråkevisa», «Bendik og Årolilja», «Per spelemann» og hundrevis av andre typar mellomalderballadar har bergteke og mora oss i fleire hundreår, og har etter kvart blitt ein viktig del av den norske kulturarven. Sidan folkeminnesamlarar byrja å skrive ned desse visene på midten av 1800-talet, har det vore arbeidd med å publisere balladane i ei vitskapleg utgåve. No har Nasjonalbiblioteket gjort ferdig det store arbeidet og lanserer denne hausten dei siste av tolv verk med melodiar, tekstar, songar- og samlarbiografiar og innleiingar om dei ulike balladetypane. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Craig Parian is the owner and operator of Evolving Shiatsu in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Craig explains the ways in which Shiatsu, which originated in Japan, has changed and deepened the way in which he is able to help individuals through life's challenges.

This week, Tom and Chad discuss the two Reading the World Book Club books for February: On the Edge by Rafael Chirbes, translated from the Spanish by Margaret Jull Costa (New Directions), and Monospace by Anne Parian, translated from the French by Emma Ramadan (La Presse). Admittedly, neither of them know much about contemporary poetry, but they do try their best when talking about Parian and how to approach her collection. On the Edge plays to both of them though, with it's bleak, despairing outlook on life, and the way it sort of wallows in tragedy.   Tom also wants all listeners to know that he and Chad DID NOT record the podcast shirtless.   There should be a regular, rambling podcast up in between this one an the next RTWBC-centric one, but either way, the two books they're reading in March are The Vegetarian  by Han Kang, translated from the Korean by Deborah Smith (Crown), and Diorama by Rocío Cerón, translated from the Spanish by Anna Rosenwong (Phoneme Media). You can join in by sending all your questions and comments to threepercentpodcast@gmail.com.   This week's music is "Nobody Dies" by Thao & The Get Down Stay Down.   Also, just a reminder, since we changed our podcast feed, you may need to unsubscribe and resubscribe to the correct feed in iTunes at that link, or right here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/three-percent-podcast/id434696686   Or, you can just put this feed link into whichever is your podcast app of choice: http://threepercent.libsyn.com/rss   And, as always, feel free to send any and all comments or questions to threepercentpodcast@gmail.com.  

Ralph Waldo Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------------ The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008.

RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Students and those interested in knowing more should visit: http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/snowstorm.htm First aired: 10 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008

RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Students and those interested in knowing more should visit: http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/snowstorm.htm First aired: 10 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008

Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Students and those interested in knowing more should visit: http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/snowstorm.htm