I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils. Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.william wordsworth
Down and back at day dawn, Tramp from lake to lake, Washing brain and heart clean Every step we take. Leave to Robert Browning Beggars, fleas, and vines; Leave to mournful Ruskin Popish Apennines, Dirty stones of Venice, And his gas lamps seven, We've the stones of Snowdon And the lamps of heaven.Charles Kingsley
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.robert frost
The Moon arose, she shone upon the lake, which lay one smooth expanse of silver light. She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast upon their hollows and their hidden glens a blacker depth of shade.Robert Southey
In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect wood-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable.ernest hemingway
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all her suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lakeSting
Pergo Park knew me, and Clavering, and Havering- atte-Bower, Stanford Rivers lost me in osier-beds, Stapleford Abbots sent me safe home on the dark road after Simeon-quiet evensong, Wanstead drew me over and over into its basic poetry, in its serpentine lake I saw bass-viols among the golden dead leaves, through its trees the ghost of a great house.Denise Levertov
Let them bestow on every airth a limb, Then open all my veins that I may swim To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake, Scatter my ashes, strew them in the air Lord! since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust, And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.Montrose, James Graham, 1st Marquis of
Thou in thy lake dost seeThyself: so sheBeholds her image in her eyesReflected. Thus did Venus riseFrom out the sea.james matthews legaré
Wordsworth went to the lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.william wordsworth
One little leak becomes a lake, Says the tiny voice in my earpiecethom yorke
High above the lake a bomber flies. From the rowing boats Children look up, women, an old man. From a distance They appear like young starlings, their beaks Wide open for food.bertolt brecht
Our new camp is on a windswept rock point. ... We don't know what lake we're on, and don't care ...aldo leopold
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.thomas love peacock
That which we look on with unselfish love And true humility is surely ours, Even as a lake looks at the stars above And makes within itself a heaven of stars.
Thou in thy lake dost see Thyself: so she Beholds her image in her eyes Reflected. Thus did Venus rise From out the sea.
No lake master can recall in all his experience a storm of such unprecedented violence with such rapid changes in the direction of the wind and its gusts of such fearful speed... It was unusual and unprecedented and it may be centuries before such a combination of forces may be experienced again.
The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sighed for the dawn and thee.
Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake.thomas moore
Alone until she dies, Bessie Bighead, hired help, born in the workhouse, smelling of the cowshed, snores bass and gruff on a couch of straw in a loft in Salt lake Farm and picks a posy of daisies in Sunday Meadow to put on the grave of Gomer Owen who kissed her once by the pig-sty when she wasn't looking and never kissed her again although she was looking all the time.dylan thomas
Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set the cocks a-crow.
Founded between the [w:Jhelum River|Jhelum River]] and Dal lake in the mid-third century B.C., the city of Srinagar reached its apogee in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.
In the course of the first half of the twentieth century, an entire social season sprang up around Srinagar and Gulmarg...As the landscape becomes further framed into domestic views, there is decreasing room for the urban geography of those areas of Srinagar where tourists, now moored to their increasingly opulent houseboats did not venture. As the bridges, overhanging houses, Mar Canal views and ethnographic portraits receded from albums, increasing prominence was secured by landscapes of the lake and the social life centered around the clubs of Srinagar and Gulmarg.Ananya Jahanara Kabir