And fiery passions that had pour'd their wrath
In hurried desolation o'er his path,
And left the better feelings all at strife
In wild reflection o'er his stormy life;
-Lord Byron, Lara, 1814
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Melancholy Grace
(North Cascades)
Smiles on past Misfortune's brow Soft Reflection's hand can trace; And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw A melancholy grace; -Gray, Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude, 1775 |
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Music in the Air
(North Cascades)
Like a reflection in a glass; like shadows in the water; Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infant's face; Like the dove's voice; like transient day; like music in the air. -William Blake, The Book of Thel, 1789 |
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Reflection on Absence
(Acadia)
Thus absence dies, and dying proves No absence can consist with loves That do partake of fair perfection: Since in the darkest night they may By their quick motion find a way To see each other by reflection. The waving sea can with such flood Bathe some high palace that hath stood Far from the main up in the river: Oh think not then but love can do As much, for that's an ocean too, That flows not every day, but ever. -Owen Felltham, When, Dearest, I But Think on Thee, 1659 |
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Angel of Rain and Fire
(Acadia)
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine aery surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind, 1820 |
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Liquid Fire
(Lassen)
He lights--if it were land that ever burn'd With solid, as the lake with liquid fire, And such appear'd in hue as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side Of thund'ring Ætna, whose combustible And fuell'd entrails, thence conceiving fire, Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds, -John Milton, Paradise Lost: Book I, 1667 |
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Lake of Fire
(Lassen)
With Arthur's vows on the great lake of fire. Tuwhoo! do ye see it? do ye see the star?" -Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament, 1871 |
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Stillness
(Lassen)
Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue: -Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Third, 1816 |
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