The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what wa...s worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood; the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
it was older sure than this year's cutting, Or even last year's or the year's before.... The wood was gray and the bark warping off it And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell claps me to churches When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulphur priest,... His beast heel cleft in a sandal....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and ...the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O hurry to the ragged wood, for there I will drive all those lovers out and cry... O my share of the world, O yellow hair! No one has ever loved but you and I.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Like vinegar on a wound is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. Like a moth in clothing or a worm in wood, sorrow gnaws at the hu...man heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases. As charcoal is to hot embers and wood to f...ire, so is a quarrelsome person for kindling strife.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens. As an apple tree among the tr...ees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »