Mirrors should reflect a little
before throwing back images.
-Jean Cocteau,
Des Beaux-Arts
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Two Moons
(Baja)
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Secure, with only two moons listening, Until the whole harmonious landscape rang -Edwin Arlington Robinson, Mr. Flood's Party |
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Symmetry
(Redwood)
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In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? -William Blake, Songs of Experience, The Tyger, 1794 |
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Crocodile
(Redwood)
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How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! -Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, 1865 |
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Tomorrow's Reflection
(Redwood)
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I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields-- Reflection, you may come tomorrow -Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Jane: An Invitation, 1822 |
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A Lake I Behold
(Fench Alps)
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Here are the Alpine landscapes which create A fund for contemplation; to admire Is a brief feeling of a trivial date; But something worthier do such scenes inspire: Here to be lonely is not desolate, For much I view which I could most desire, And, above all, a lake I can behold Lovelier, not dearer, than our own of old. -George Gordon, Lord Byron, Epistle to Augusta, 1830 |
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Obelisk of Fire
(Washington, D.C.)
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And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire, Pointing with inconstant motion From the altar of dark ocean To the sapphire-tinted skies; As the flames of sacrifice From the marble shrines did rise, As to pierce the dome of gold Where Apollo spoke of old. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills, 1819 |
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Image of the Sky
(Washington, D.C.)
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Though bent on pleasant pilgrimage, we stood Looking upon the evening, and the flood Which lay between the city and the shore, Pav'd with the image of the sky.... -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Julian and Maddalo (excerpt), 1824 |
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Night Passing
(Washington, D.C.)
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I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1798 |
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Purpose
(Utah)
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As many arrows, loosed several ways, Fly to one mark; as many ways meet in one town; As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; As many lines close in the dial's center; So may a thousand actions, once afoot, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Without defeat. -William Shakespeare, King Henry V, 1598-1600 |