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 »
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 »
Every time we get near the land you get that look on your face. When a man goes to sea, he ought to give up thinking about things ...on shore. Land don't want him no more. I've had me share of things go wrong and all come from the land. Now I'm through with the land and the land's through with me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »