This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
...for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
And suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Sometimes there's a tackiness about Route 66 that out-tacks any tackiness I've ever seen anywhere else. And the Meramec Caverns are the… — Billy Connolly Copy Share Image
And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. — William Blake Copy Share Image
I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern. — Mario Vargas Llosa Copy Share Image
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
At Halloween, when fairy sprites Perform their mystic gambols, When ilka witch her neebour greets, On their nocturnal rambles; When elves at… — Janet Little Copy Share Image
Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink. — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
The eye by long use comes to see even in the darkest cavern: and there is no subject so obscure but we… — George Berkeley Copy Share Image
Fear is like a black cavern that is terrifying. Once you enter the cavern and explore it, you realize that you can… — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
