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A Living God by Lafcadio Hearn

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A Living God by Lafcadio Hearn Short Summary of the Lesson in Three Parts Part I – Summary (≈150 words) The first part of the lesson describes the structure and spiritual significance of Shintō shrines in Japan. These shrines are simple buildings made of unpainted wood with steep roofs and lattice doors. Because they are left unpainted, the wood gradually turns gray under the influence of sun and rain, blending naturally with the surrounding landscape. According to Shintō belief, these shrines are the dwelling places of divine spirits called Kami. Many of these spirits are believed to be the souls of great warriors, rulers, or ancestors who lived long ago. The author explains that the mysterious emptiness of these shrines often creates a strange and supernatural feeling in visitors. Standing alone before such a shrine may give one the impression of being watched by invisible beings. The author even imagines what it might feel like to be a god living in a shrine and receiving prayers fr...
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The Glove and the Lions by Leigh Hunt

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The Glove and the Lions BY LEIGH HUNT King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court; The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride, And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed: And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another; Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother; The bloody foam above the bars came whisking through the air; Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there." De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same; She thought, the Count my lover is bra...
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The Express by Stephen Spender

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