If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart b...eat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the best of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are wearied of our huts And the smoky smell of our garments.... We are sick with desire of the sun And the grass on the mountains.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight,... Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Progress, under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the... purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and bolts for our tools.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here they are. The soft eyes open. If they have lived in a wood... It is a wood. If they have lived on plains It is grass rolling Under their feet forever.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The conqueror at least; who, ere Time renders His last award, will have the long grass grow... Above his burnt-out brain and sapless cinders. If I might augur, I should rate but low Their chances: they are too numerous, like the thirty Mock tyrants, when Rome's annals wax'd but dirty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »