Tag: contemplations

  • 301

    He who uses well his time and enjoys his work, sees little value in vacation. A man, in this sense, can save his day with a walk.

  • 264

    While strained in my precision elsewhere looking, came toward hurling revelations determined and knocked me sure loose of accuracy, where once felled t’ the dirt I sat long in its mire unclaimed and bewildered, detained in a spell state. There I lost many hours unable to recall, surmising deeply the possession that showed me then […]

  • 243

    Yet this has all before been noted, – for the mysteries that have stood us most in travail and quandary over the ages have come with man, and he still buries his spade in the Earth and routs a furrow across the globe for riddles to answers that he, himself concocts.

  • 134

    At times, by a precise and perfect Aurora coaxing my artistry needs that won, comprises the sweeter aspects of any day. But for some crack in the spell by untimely distract, escapes thus my Nymph to the woods where can no hope from dispersion be rescued.

  • 132: Letters

    How merrily we go about our lives, abducted by unimportant figuring, and sections of time ransomed for counterfeit. How we save up our days and for it are not wealthier, but aged just as soon, and destitute of those rich youth-giving memories that warm like a letter from an old friend.

  • 129

    There is no way knowing as the sun retreats, if it is perhaps for you the last of days. Withdraw but a moment as the daylight dims, to dwell upon your change, and how equipped you have become to contribute better; if it be fortunes good grace your eyes open tomorrow.

  • 119: Wet the day

    ”Ye province of revolutions lure; preserving heights where ecstasy brews, Of relic agreements furious homecoming, riding hymns of deep-set change, Savage and sweeping the entire. Instincts bowed to primal charms palpable loom.” As though with impatience pregnant at the oppression, the sun rushed from a corner early and determined, finding differently few or none with […]

  • 101: The pavement

    They spread themselves o’er the sun-gladdened pavement consoled for the rare effect, and how nice, I thought, to be unstifled of anything at all, and mightily wished would it last that all my souls journeys or recesses were so unshod as my weary soles presently. Perhaps, but for the binding, no soothing completes, or prevails […]

  • 96

    It required no less than three separate walks today to reestablish good physical vigour and a more charitable mood, than otherwise would have succeeded sedentarily. New and curious, and I dare say, nearer to ones innateness are the thoughts and resolutions that unsought, will gently approach if the avenues are unfamiliar and no station fixed […]

  • 80: Farewell the Winter

    Can such things be, and apprehend like a Winter Sun? From its highest seat entirety is touched. Woe into dew thaws, the intellect has no answer at last. An eye cannot bear to blink. No face is unfelt of its warmth, no heart left uncheered beneath, nor does any farewell quite endear, as when it […]