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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Click the follow button. Jane Austen would approve.</description><title>Aust3nite</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @aust3nite)</generator><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcten4JQQf1rwu26io1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34762446998</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34762446998</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2012 11:21:04 -0400</pubDate><category>owl</category><category>book</category><category>cute</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mchewkLMDO1r12oofo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34721866749</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34721866749</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2012 17:41:41 -0400</pubDate><category>pretty</category><category>flower</category></item><item><title>These beauteous forms,                                          ...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3q1j4KuIF1r84m60o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;These beauteous forms,                                                                                         Through a long absence, have not been to me&lt;br/&gt;As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:&lt;br/&gt;But oft, in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din&lt;br/&gt;Of towns and cities, I have owed to them&lt;br/&gt;In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,&lt;br/&gt;Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;&lt;br/&gt;And passing even into my purer mind,&lt;br/&gt;With tranquil restoration&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, William Wordsworth&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34285997601</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34285997601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:07:54 -0400</pubDate><category>nature</category><category>pretty</category><category>mountains</category><category>William Wordsworth</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>Go, sit upon the lofty hill,And turn your eyes around,Where...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9wcvty2Du1rbllmfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Go, sit upon the lofty hill,&lt;br/&gt;And turn your eyes around,&lt;br/&gt;Where waving woods and waters wild&lt;br/&gt;Do hymn an autumn sound.&lt;br/&gt;The summer sun is faint on them —&lt;br/&gt;The summer flowers depart —&lt;br/&gt;Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,&lt;br/&gt;Except your musing heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- The Autumn, Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34285791251</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34285791251</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 02:59:24 -0400</pubDate><category>Autumn</category><category>poetry</category><category>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</category></item><item><title>That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_magr4zLZWr1rdeuhzo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me. - Adriana, Midnight in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34285710118</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/34285710118</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 02:56:04 -0400</pubDate><category>pretty</category><category>Paris</category><category>Eiffel Tower</category><category>autumn</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6ka9jstD31qb5tu1o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/33661563541</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/33661563541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:08:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I have resigned myself to fall. It’s official, I love it. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9twdpRIRs1rbvjfno1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have resigned myself to fall. It’s official, I love it. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/33661509727</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/33661509727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:07:31 -0400</pubDate><category>pretty</category><category>trees</category><category>autumn</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbycl7qiaj1rwu26io1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/33660379532</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/33660379532</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 16:51:07 -0400</pubDate><category>signs you're reading jane austen</category><category>Jane Austen</category><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>“Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear/And the rocks...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9oh6vK3vF1qkzmvzo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear/And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;/ I will luve thee still, my dear/ While the sands o’ life shall run” (A Red Red Rose, Robert Burns)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32555411126</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32555411126</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:40:24 -0400</pubDate><category>Robert Burns</category><category>roses</category><category>quote</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>sparkly things are just so much better than non-sparkly things. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5n02tp5U51r312weo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;sparkly things are just so much better than non-sparkly things. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32555103999</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32555103999</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:35:17 -0400</pubDate><category>pretty</category><category>vintage</category></item><item><title>smart lady. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8sm8ozob41rnvzfwo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;smart lady. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32554841864</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32554841864</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:30:48 -0400</pubDate><category>Julia Child</category><category>quote</category><category>book</category></item><item><title>“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1i90R3nG1r7fsa9o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.” (Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32554533248</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32554533248</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:25:43 -0400</pubDate><category>Emily Bronte</category><category>Wuthering Heights</category><category>Dreams</category><category>quote</category></item><item><title>“Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_max2phayrG1ry6rxro1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it’s an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.” (The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32444052799</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32444052799</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2012 01:09:17 -0400</pubDate><category>reading</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>“Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_matuiycMrN1qj5qvfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.” (The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafon)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That book for me: grade 5, Jane Eyre. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32443900888</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32443900888</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2012 01:05:18 -0400</pubDate><category>books</category><category>reading</category><category>quote</category><category>Carlos Ruiz Zafon</category><category>The Shadow of the Wind</category></item><item><title>beautiful.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maqjwtYDto1rux54qo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32440316451</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32440316451</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 23:46:54 -0400</pubDate><category>Henry Ward Beecher</category><category>quote</category><category>books</category><category>reading</category></item><item><title>“Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb1cthIZ051qfkjaao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), I shall have no check to my genius from beginning to end” (letter from Jane to Cassandra, January 21, 1801).&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32439405593</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32439405593</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 23:30:05 -0400</pubDate><category>Jane Austen</category><category>letter</category><category>quote</category><category>Cassandra Austen</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6uxisjtoe1qis9hro1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32206893398</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32206893398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 14:25:27 -0400</pubDate><category>awesome</category><category>tree</category></item><item><title>It always sounds better in French. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m94aguJWLd1ryi6o4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;It always sounds better in French. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32206557714</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32206557714</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 14:18:02 -0400</pubDate><category>books</category><category>pretty</category></item><item><title>“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fizp6jDf1rvuzy8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity” (William Wordsworth, Lines Written a few miles above Tintern Abbey)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32071527241</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/32071527241</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2012 16:34:23 -0400</pubDate><category>book</category><category>autumn</category><category>quote</category><category>William Wordsworth</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6wt3nMQOj1qkww7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/31990281527</link><guid>http://aust3nite.tumblr.com/post/31990281527</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2012 13:01:47 -0400</pubDate><category>library</category><category>books</category></item></channel></rss>
