At length I entered within the skirts of the cloud which seemed forever drifting over the summit, and yet would never be gone.... ...It reminded me of the creations of the old epic and dramatic poets, of Atlas, Vulcan, the Cyclops, and Prometheus. Such was Caucasus and the rock where Prometheus was bound. Ãâ schylus had no doubt visited such scenery as this. It was vast, Titanic, and such as man never inhabits. Some part of the beholder, even some vital part, seems to escape through the loose grating of his ribs as he ascends. He is more lone than you can imagine. There is less of substantial thought and fair understanding in him than in the plains where men inhabit. His reason is dispersed and shadowy, more thin and subtle, like the air. Vast, Titanic, inhuman Nature has got him at disadvantage, caught him alone, and pilfers him of some of his divine faculty. She does not smile on him as in the plains. She seems to say sternly, Why came ye here before your time? This ground is not prepared for you. Is it not enough that I smile in the valleys?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man with lantern: Who are you? Captain: The Flying Cloud. 220 days out of New York and 50 days trying to find your blasted ha...rbor. Man with lantern: Nobody asked you to come. Captain: Got anything in this hog-end of the world except fog? Man with lantern: Sure, we've got gold, fountains of gold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,... When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The LORD went in front of them in a pillar of cloud by day, to lead them along the way, and in a pillar of fire by night, to give ...them light, so that they might travel by day and by night. Neither the pillar of cloud by day nor the pillar of fire by night left its place in front of the people.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In Tsegihi, In the house made of dawn,... In the house made of the evening twilight, In the house made of the dark cloud, ... Oh, male divinity! With your moccasins of dark cloud, come to us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
in the morning Should I not pause in the light to remember God?... Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable, He is immense and lonely as a cloud.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hearing the low sound of a cloud scattering rain... at midnight and thinking for an eternity on his absent young wife, a traveller heaved a sigh and with a flood of tears howled the whole night long. Now, villagers won't let him stay in their place anymore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart,... I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That which is given to see At any moment is the residue, shadowed... In gold or emerging into the clear bluish haze Of uncertainty. We come back to ourselves Through the rubbish of cloud and tree-spattered pavement. These days stand like vapor under the trees.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »