The naturalistic literature of this country has reached such a state that no family of characters is considered true to life which... does not include at least two hypochondriacs, one sadist, and one old man who spills food down the front of his vest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,... Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flights, Waves in its plumes the various light.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Child of Light! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them;... As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »