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609 psl. - A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine and are changed In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.
603 psl. - To be honest, to be kind to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not to be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation above all, on the same grim condition, to keep friends with himself here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
172 psl. - For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move ; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly ; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.
595 psl. - WHAT a monstrous spectre is this man, the disease of the agglutinated dust, lifting alternate feet or lying drugged with slumber ; killing, feeding, growing, bringing forth small copies of himself; grown upon with hair like grass, fitted with eyes that move and glitter in his face ; a thing to set children screaming; and yet looked at nearlier, known as his fellows know him, how surprising are his attributes...
237 psl. - ... invisible woodland way, weaving, like Pippa* in the poem, my own thoughts with hers. What could I have told her? Little enough; and yet all the heart requires. How the world gives and takes away, and brings sweethearts near, only to separate them again into distant and strange lands; but to love is the great amulet which makes the world a garden; and 'hope, which comes to all,' outwears the accidents of life, and reaches with tremulous hand beyond the grave and death.
546 psl. - ... it for all in all, the pleasure of the thing was substantive; and to be a boy with a bull's-eye under his topcoat was good enough for us. "When two of these asses met, there would be an anxious 'Have you got your lantern?
197 psl. - Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof ; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature.
547 psl. - The essence of -this bliss was to walk by yourself in the black night; the slide shut, the topcoat buttoned; not a ray escaping, whether to conduct your footsteps or to make your glory public: a mere pillar of darkness in the dark; and all the while, deep down in the privacy of your fool's heart, to know you had a bull's-eye at your belt, and to exult and sing over the knowledge. II It is said that a poet has died young in the breast of the most stolid.
608 psl. - A late lark twitters from the quiet skies ; And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine, and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing...
479 psl. - The one common note of all this country is the haunting presence of the ocean. A great faint sound of breakers follows you high up into the inland canyons ; the roar of water dwells in the clean, empty rooms of Monterey as in a shell upon the chimney ; go where you will, you have but to pause and listen to hear the voice of the Pacific.