Other people have done what you're doing, then they're sorry afterwards. You needn't be. Sooner or later, Bowers would be committi...ng other robberies. Killing maybe. He'd have to. It's the only way he can live. Perhaps that's our fault. It probably is. But it's too late. He hasn't got a chance. You've saved a lot of people a lot of grief. I don't think that's going to help me sleep nights.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,... Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed, Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er the green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn;... Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green; One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July-flowers;... I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes; I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I first paddled a boat on Walden, it was completely surrounded by thick and lofty pine and oak woods, and in some of its cove...s grape-vines had run over the trees next the water and formed bowers under which a boat could pass. The hills which form its shores are so steep, and the woods on them were then so high, that, as you looked down from the west end, it had the appearance of an amphitheatre for some kind of sylvan spectacle.... But since I left those shores the woodchoppers have still further laid them waste, and now for many a year there will be no more rambling through the aisles of the wood, with occasional vistas through which you see the water. My Muse may be excused if she is silent henceforth. How can you expect the birds to sing when their groves are cut down?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sometimes outside beneath a bombers' moon You stood alone to watch the searchlights trace... Their careful webs against the boding sky,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »