Why meet we on the bridge of Time to
'change one greeting and to part?
-Sir Richard Francis Burton (1821-1890),
The Kasidah of Haji Abdu El-Yazdi, I
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Personal Journey
(Kings Canyon)
Such was that happy Garden-state While man there walked without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in Paradise alone. -Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), The Garden |
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Golden Hour
(Kings Canyon)
The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. -Robert Burns (1759-1796), Highland Mary |
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Ardent Wish
(Kings Canyon)
With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. -Thomas Gray (1716-1771), Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes |
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Voice Among Trees
(Yosemite)
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past and Future, sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That walk'd among the ancient trees. -William Blake (1757-1827), Hear the Voice of the Bard, from Songs of Experience |
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Secret Joy
(Wallace Falls)
Thou joy'st in better marks, of soil, of air, Of wood, of water; therein thou art fair. -Ben Johnson (1572-1637), To Penshurst |
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Waves Aflame
(San Francisco)
The western wave was all aflame. The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1798 |
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Peek
(San Francisco)
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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Coming Home
(Great Smoky Mountains)
Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew, And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. -William Cowper (1731-1800), The Poplar Field |
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Tears from Heaven
(Rainier)
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('twas all he wished) a friend. -Thomas Gray (1716-1771), Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, The Epitaph |
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Sea Lights
(San Francisco)
And enamour'd do wish, so they might But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Thorough swords, thorough seas, whither she would ride. -Ben Johnson (1572-1637), The Triumph of Charis, from A Celebration of Charis in Ten Lyric Pieces |
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City of Lights
(San Francisco)
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. -Robert Herrick (1591-1673), The Night-Piece to Julia |
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Passage of Light
(San Francisco)
And from her arch'd brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife. -Ben Johnson (1572-1637), The Triumph of Charis, from A Celebration of Charis in Ten Lyric Pieces |
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Ocean Gems
(San Francisco)
Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: -Thomas Gray (1716-1771), Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard |
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Twinkling Bay
(San Francisco)
A hundred lamps beam'd in the tranquil gloom, From tree to tree all through the twinkling grove, -Matthew Arnold, Mycerinus,1849 |