Oh! that the desert were my dwelling place.
-Lord Byron,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto IV, 1816
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Eyes of the Ocean
Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast-- -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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Ghastly Crew
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools-- We were a ghastly crew. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1798 |
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Fields Laid Bare
Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, An'weary winter comin'fast, -Robert Burns, To a Mouse, 1785 |
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Etheral Flames
Yet am not I deterr'd, though high the theme, And sung to harps of angels, for with you, Ethereal flames! ambitious, I aspire In Nature's general symphony to join. -James Thomson, A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton, 1727 |
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The Flathouse Roof
I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line. -Nathalia Crane, The Flathouse Roof |
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Two Moons
Secure, with only two moons listening, Until the whole harmonious landscape rang -Edwin Arlington Robinson, Mr. Flood's Party |