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,
-George Gordon, Lord Byron,
Epistle to Augusta, 1830
Feeding the Flock
For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill,|
Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade and rill.
-John Milton, Lycidas
Ere from the mutilated bower I turned|
Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings,
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees, and saw the intruding sky.--
Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades
In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand
Touch--for there is a spirit in the woods.
What is your substance, whereof are you made,|
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since everyone hath, everyone, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
What is your substance,
whereof are you made, 1609
And I will show you something different from either|
Your shadow at morning striding behind you;
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
-T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922
Those mountains towering as from waves of flame|
Around the vaporous sun, from which there came
The inmost purple spirit of light, and made
Their very peaks transparent.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley,
Julian and Maddalo (excerpt), 1824
And from this constant light, so regular|
And so far seen, the House itself, by all
Who dwelt within the limits of the vale,
Both old and young, was named The Evening Star.
A Pastoral Poem, 1800
Birth of the Light
The sky gathered again|
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
-Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill
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