We've cracked the hemispheres with careless hand! Now, from the Gates of Hercules we flood...
Westward, westward till the barbarous brine Whelms us to the tired world where tasseling corn, Fat beans, grapes sweeter than muscadine Rot on the vine: in the land were we born.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now, from the Gates of Hercules we flood Westward, westward till the barbarous brine... Whelms us to the tired land where tasseling corn, Fat beans, grapes sweeter than muscadine Rot on the vine: in that land were we born.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A little instruction in the elements of chartography--a little practice in the use of the compass and the spirit level, a topograp...hical map of the town common, an excursion with a road map--would have given me a fat round earth in place of my paper ghost.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts o'er the firs her shining shield,... And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep: The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »