Second Lady

Son, Your Second Lady and I have something to say to You. You are more then welcome to pick any country as You wish for our political asylum. Even though I know for fact, that we are not going anywhere than in Your beloved nation, the United States of America. As Your Vice President, I must say, living in any country without you is no country. Your Second Lady feels the same. But I can not speak for Your President or Your First Lady. You are an American as some one I know very well. You are always

Constable attempts to describe his “lady”, he paints the reader an image of love, pureness, and of natural beauty. In his sonnet, “[My lady’s presence makes the roses red]”, Constable talks to the various body parts of his “lady”, claiming that they inspire envy into flowers and that his “lady” is in fact the source of the power for the flowers. Using this personification of the flowers, Constable shapes his sonnet as one that is complementing and treasuring his “lady”, however, a deeper examination

The Modern Knight Beep—Beep the alarm sound in a messy room. No one would imagine how messy the room is. A helmet bulkle on the chair, breastplate, vamplate, pauldron, all over the floor. There are few empty beers under and on top of bed. There are no electricity applicants, sofa, or phone. If you look at the book shelf, there is full of book, book that obsolescence, and broken on the edge. Nothing here like a modern home. Except the man on the bed. Tommy wakes up from hangover, rub his eyes and

The next morning, Heather was walking with her maid. She’d been to visit Lady Lucy, and was now returning to join her mother for a visit to Cousin Milton this afternoon. She returned to the townhouse and changed, meeting her mother in the foyer as their carriage arrived. It was a short jaunt to their old home. Heather stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the familiar façade. Her mother took her hand, and they shared the same worried expression. Cousin Milton had said the meeting was about

soon after. Mother needed to finish her conversation with my sister-in-law. Patiently waiting I see a white Altima pull in a parking space crookedly. Without consideration for others she didn’t rectify the situation. Immediately the door opens the lady puts a foot out. She’s wearing a dirty sneaker. The woman reaches over to the passenger side. I guess she’s getting something out. I was correct. In her hand is a plastic grocery bag with sub sandwiches. Walking hastily across the parking lot,

After spending a whole night under the sky, my clothing became quite dirty. Fortunately I brought some change, but I hadn’t found a place to dress myself yet. Furthermore, I also wanted to take a bath. This morning my stomach went to a strike. Mrs. Belgium’s waffles only survived for one day, so I had to shake my brain to find food. The thing was... Where is this? If I have to describe, I was in a glamour city. A city filled with many artistic ornaments, and people passing around the streets (that

In the sixth epigram, the speaker witnesses a beautiful lady. We notice that the last epigram takes place within nature as the other two did. The speaker states, “At last so faire a Ladie did I spie, / That in thinking on hir I burne and quake” (Spenser 1-2). As we are coming towards the last of epigrams to be analyzed in a Theatre for Worldlings, we come to recognize that the speaker has been heartbroken twice in the previous epigrams. However, once he or she sees a “Ladie” we understand that

proclamations; "Great men are elusive," "There aren't any great men accessible," "A greater part of men are gay person or on the down low," or "Every great me are as of now taken." These announcements and numerous others have as a general rule been said by lady of all races, beliefs and shading for various reasons. however, in this essay i am going to expalin and define five caracteristic that has a good man such as the integrity, gentlemen, direct, positive attitud and he is mature. The integrity is one

When Athear Kalskelavth heard the distant strains of song drifting through the evening air like snow falling lightly on his shoulder, he knew he’d reached Orias Myth. Instead he stopped on the old stone roads and stood, listening, a clear distinct laugh in the distance, familiar yet a stranger to this barren landscape. A song soon followed, accompanied by a lute. It was sad yet beautiful and wise. Snowflakes drifted down silently to kiss his face and his horns, and yet he stood listening, heedless

The next day Elizabeth received an invitation to Duke of Stratford’s Ball. No doubt Blair had secured it for her – she’d never run in his set before. She appreciated Blair’s efforts but wondered how on earth she’d manage a new gown suitable for such an occasion. The Duke’s spring ball was considered the event of the season. The Regent might even put in an appearance. London’s finest would be out in their most impressive jewels and costly gowns. This was not a playing field Elizabeth was prepared