Surrealism ... is the forbidden flame of the proletariat embracing the insurrectional dawn--enabling us to rediscover at last the ...revolutionary moment: the radiance of the workers' councils as a life profoundly adored by those we love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow,... In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle,-- One old jug without a handle,-- These were all his worldly goods: In the middle of the woods,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here was a little of everything in a small compass to satisfy the wants and the ambition of the woods,... but there seemed to me, ...as usual, a preponderance of children's toys,--dogs to bark, and cats to mew, and trumpets to blow, where natives there hardly are yet. As if a child born into the Maine woods, among the pine cones and cedar berries, could not do without such a sugar-man or skipping-jack as the young Rothschild has.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The clouds breaking away a little, we had a glorious wild view, as we ascended, of the broad lake with its fluctuating surface and... numerous forest-clad islands, extending beyond our sight both north and south, and the boundless forest undulating away from its shores on every side, as densely packed as a rye-field, and enveloping nameless mountains in succession; but above all, looking westward over a large island, was visible a very distant part of the lake, though we did not then suspect it to be Moosehead,--at first a mere broken white line seen through the tops of the island trees, like hay-caps, but spreading to a lake when we got higher. Beyond this we saw what appears to be called Bald Mountain on the map, some twenty-five miles distant, near the sources of the Penobscot. It was a perfect lake of the woods. But this was only a transient gleam, for the rain was not quite over.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men of the woods and lumberjacks, They judged me by their appropriate tool.... Except as a fellow handled an ax, They had no way of knowing a fool.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame.... When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him--last When out of the woods He came.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But O, young beauty of the woods, Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers,... Gather the flowers, but spare the buds; Lest Flora, angry at thy crime To kill her infants in their prime, Do quickly make the example yours; And ere we see, Nip in the blossom all our hopes and thee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Canadians of those days, at least, possessed a roving spirit of adventure which carried them further, in exposure to hardship ...and danger, than ever the New England colonist went, and led them, though not to clear and colonize the wilderness, yet to range over it as coureurs de bois, or runners of the woods, or, as Hontan prefers to call them, coureurs de risques, runners of risks; to say nothing of their enterprising priesthood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I think that our villages will bear to be contrasted only with one another, not with nature. I have no great respect for the write...r's taste, who talks easily about beautiful villages, embellished, perchance, with a "fulling-mill," "a handsome academy," or a meeting-house, and "a number of shops for the different mechanic arts"; where the green and white houses of the gentry, drawn up in rows, front on a street of which it would be difficult to tell whether it is most like a desert or a long stable-yard. Such spots can be beautiful only to the weary traveler, or the returning native,--or, perchance, the repentant misanthrope; not to him who, with unprejudiced senses, has just come out of the woods, and approaches one of them, by a bare road, through a succession of straggling homesteads where he cannot tell which is the almshouse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »