Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious
The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.
Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...
Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.
My business is circumference.