There beneath the Roman ruin where the purple flowers grow, Came that "Ave atque Vale" of the poet's hopeless woe,... Tenderest of Roman poets nineteen hundred years ago,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tossed upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and... to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth ... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To be together again, after so long, who love the sunny wind, the windy sun, in the sun, in the wind, that is perhaps something, p...erhaps something.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How sweet I roam'd from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride,... Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
While he hears in every spring How the birds do chirp and sing:... Or before the hounds in cry See the hare go stealing by: Or along the shallow brook, Angling with a baited hook, See the fishes leap and play In a blessed sunny day:LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale,... 'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's like a jumble of huts in a jungle somewhere. I don't understand how you can live there. It's really, completely dead. Walk al...ong the street, there's nothing moving. I've lived in small Spanish fishing villages which were literally sunny all day long everyday of the week, but they weren't as boring as Los Angeles.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »