down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.
I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.
A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time
His descent was like nightfall.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.