by: John Milton (1608-1674)

•  

  AIL holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born,

  Or of th’ Eternal Coeternal beam

  May I express thee unblam’d? since God is light,

  And never but in unapproachèd light

  Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,

  Bright effluence of bright essence increate.

  Or hear’st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,

  Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,

  Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice

  Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest

  The rising world of waters dark and deep,

  Won from the void and formless infinite.

  Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,

  Escap’t the Stygian Pool, though long detain’d

  In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight

  Through utter and through middle darkness borne

  With other notes then to th’ Orphean Lyre

  I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,

  Taught by the heav’nly Muse to venture down

  The dark descent, and up to reascend,

  Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,

  And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou

  Revisit’st not these eyes, that rowle in vain

  To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;

  So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,

  Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more

  Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt

  Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,

  Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief

  Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath

  That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow,

  Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget

  Those other two equal’d with me in Fate,

  So were I equal’d with them in renown.

  Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides,

  And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.

  Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move

  Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird

  Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid

  Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year

  Seasons return, but not to me returns

  Day, or the sweet approach of Ev’n or Morn,

  Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,

  Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;

  But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark

  Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men

  Cut off, and for the Book of knowledge fair

  Presented with a Universal blanc

  Of Natures works to mee expung’d and ras’d,

  And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.

  So much the rather thou Celestial light

  Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers

  Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence

  Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell

  Of things invisible to mortal sight

LIGHT

by: John Milton (1608-1674)

•  

  AIL holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born,

  Or of th’ Eternal Coeternal beam

  May I express thee unblam’d? since God is light,

  And never but in unapproachèd light

  Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,

  Bright effluence of bright essence increate.

  Or hear’st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,

  Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,

  Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice

  Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest

  The rising world of waters dark and deep,

  Won from the void and formless infinite.

  Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,

  Escap’t the Stygian Pool, though long detain’d

  In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight

  Through utter and through middle darkness borne

  With other notes then to th’ Orphean Lyre

  I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,

  Taught by the heav’nly Muse to venture down

  The dark descent, and up to reascend,

  Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,

  And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou

  Revisit’st not these eyes, that rowle in vain

  To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;

  So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,

  Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more

  Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt

  Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,

  Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief

  Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath

  That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow,

  Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget

  Those other two equal’d with me in Fate,

  So were I equal’d with them in renown.

  Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides,

  And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.

  Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move

  Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird

  Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid

  Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year

  Seasons return, but not to me returns

  Day, or the sweet approach of Ev’n or Morn,

  Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,

  Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;

  But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark

  Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men

  Cut off, and for the Book of knowledge fair

  Presented with a Universal blanc

  Of Natures works to mee expung’d and ras’d,

  And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.

  So much the rather thou Celestial light

  Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers

  Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence

  Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell

  Of things invisible to mortal sight

English 8-core 1

14 February 2007

Joanne Rowling: The mother of Harry Potter

J.K. Rowling aka Joanne Rowling was born on July 31, 1965 in Yate, south Gloucestershire, England. She has living and is still living from 1965 to ?. Joanne’s sister was born 1 year 1 month after herself.

After studying French and Classics at the University of Exeter (she had previously applied to Oxford but was turned down), with a year of study in Paris, she moved to London to work as a researcher and bilingual secretary for Amnesty International. During this period she had a idea for a 11 year old boy to attend a school of witch craft and wizardtry. In 1990 her mother succombed to a 10 year long battle with multiple sclerosis. Rowling commented “I was writing Harry Potter when she died. I never did tell her a bought Harry Potter”. Her father called her at seven oclock the next morning she knew what happened befor he even spoke. Joanne states that “I was a moral wreck and I was in total denial.” She has stated “that not a day goes by that I do not think of my mother”.

Joanne has one child, Jessica , who was named after Rowling heroine, Jessica Mitford. Her husbaned though her out of his house. In 1994 She and her daughter moved to live wither Joannes sister. Unemployed and living off state benefits she completed the first book “Harry Potter and the socerer’s stone” which up to date she has made 12 different copy’s of the book.

When she finished her first book she received a 8,000 dollar grant to continue writing. The next spring a aution was held to publish the novel. The highst bidder was 100,000 us dollors. Joanne said “I almost died on that spot”. Joanne is currently writing her last Harry Potter book “Harry Potter and the deathly hollows”. In this book is the final battle in harrys life and it is were 2 of the characters die off. Steven King and John Irving have pleaded to her not to kill off Harry Potter. Joanne has not leaked even a drop more of the book and she swears she will not till the book comes out. A year ago she put out a book known as Harry Potter and the half prince blood. The book is in the Genise book of world records for being the fastest selling book ever in 24 hours.

Once in Joannes life has she been sued.  She was sued by Nancy Stouffer because she said  Joannes work was based on her own Larry Potter and his best friend lilly. Stouffer forged the documents and was fined 50,000 us dollars for the plantifs costs and forging documents. In 2002 there was an unauthorized publishing of gohst written chinese language sequal Harry Potter and Lepord walks up to Dragon. Joannes lawers took legal action and sued the publishers for 100 million dollors.

Citations

J. K. Rowling.” wikipedia. wikipedia. 20 Feb 2007 <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._K._Rowling>.

J. K. Rowling .” Fact Monster. 20 02 2007. Fact Monster. 20 Feb 2007 <http://www.factmonster.com/spot/harrycreator1.html>.

Warm summer days
Cold winter nights

Sliding on a water slide
Stuck in inside
Ice cream in the summer
No heat in the winter

Amusement parks all night
Freezing in the corner of the field
Swimming in the ocean all day long
Waiting for summer to come

Warm summer days
Cold winter nights

Her passion for books is almost as

much as her passon for her family,

Hands as smooth as a summer rose,

Taking pictures of people in her life,

Getting honors for her gorgeous pictures,

Rose red shirt,

Faded old jeans,

Remembering the days of working on trucks,

Blackened hands witha warm smile.

Dedicated to:

Tina Bradford

One time that I felt I have accomplished something I would say it was when my teacher Mrs. Albanese invited me to join her at a technical convention showcase. I and eight other students made three different internet pages and we were awarded for them. We have spent over half of the school year to develop the pages. With the help of Mrs. Rowe and Mrs. Albanese, we were even sent to the legislative hall in Dover to present to the senate and the House of Representatives.

In one of the sites, the “wiki” I figured out how to do many things from putting up slide shows to putting anchors in through html text. The wiki is a site that we put all of our schoolwork on. Another site is Protopage, which is an electronic bulletin board. We put up all the things that are going on in our school there. Our group usually would show up during prime time in Mrs. Albanese’s class on Fridays there we would work on our internet sites once a week besides from helping us to decide on what to put on only the students put the work on. That made us feel that we were important and we knew what we were doing.

I believe that if teachers let students do what they like, like me working with computers kids can focus more in school. Before this year I didn’t really want to go to school but since I have started the wiki I want to go every day. Mrs. Albanese should keep this going over a few years encouraging students to go to school and do things to help them for there future. I hope that when I go to high school my newer teachers want us to do something like we are doing now that way I can further my education. Thanks to my accomplishments I can further my education to make me more successful in the future.