’T is a little thingTo give a cup of water; yet its draughtOf cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,May give a shock of pleasure to the frameMore exquisite than when nectarean juiceRenews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Let those whose Hearts and Hands are strongTell eager Tales of mighty Deeds;Enough if my sequestered songTo hush'd and twilight Gardens leads!Clear Waters, drawn from secret WellsPerchance may fevered Lips assuage;The Tales an elder Pilgrim tellsTo such as go on Pilgrimage.Such the soft Path my Words would trace,Thus with the moving Waters move;So leave, across the Ocean's Face,A glimmering Stair to Hope and Love.a. c. benson
Around the country, ideas that originated on the hard right or in the fevered imaginations of conspiracy theorists are finding their way into the mainstream. In a number of cases, these ideas have become commonplace in American minds.chip berlet
Ballet 's image of perfection is fashioned amid a milieu of wracked bodies, fevered imaginations , Balkan intrigue and sulfurous hatreds where anything is likely, and dancers know it.