Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam;
-Lord Byron,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Third, 1816
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Dwell
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When on some gilded cloud, or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour -Henry Vaughan, The Retreat |
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Innocence
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Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life & bid thee feed, By the stream & o'er the mead; -William Blake, Songs of Innocence, The Lamb, 1785 |
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Silent Light
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And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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