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And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
arthur hugh clough— 1849 'Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth'.
the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti— 1958 'A Coney Island of the Mind', section15.
Reason, an ignis fatuus in the mind, Which leaving light of nature, sense behind, Pathless and dangerous wandering ways it takes, Through error's fenny bogs and thorny brakes; Whilst the misguided follower climbs, with pain, Mountains of whimsy heaped in his own brain.
Rochester, John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of— 1674 'A SatyrAgainst Mankind', l.12-17 (published1679).
The rugged trees are minglingTheir flowery sprays in love;The ivy climbs the laurelTo clasp the boughs above.
william cullen bryant— The Serenade, St. 14.
Like any child, I slid into myself perfectly fitted, as a diver meets her reflection in a pool. Her fingertips enter the fingertips on the water, her wrists slide up her arms. The diver wraps herself in her reflection wholly, sealing it at the toes, and wears it as she climbs rising from the pool, and ever after.
Annie Dillard— An American Childhood
Nobody climbs mountains for scientific reasons. Science is used to raise money for the expeditions, but you really climb for the hell of it.
edmund hillary— As quoted in Wise Guys : Brilliant Thoughts and Big Talk from Real Men (2005) by Allan Zullo, p. 5
There are more lives yet, there are more worlds waiting,For the way climbs up to the eldest sun,Where the white ones go to their mystic mating,And the Holy Will is done.
edwin markham— III
Who never wins can rarely lose,Who never climbs as rarely falls.
john greenleaf whittier— To James T. Fields, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.The winding road slants downward many a time;Yet each descent is higher than the last.
ella wheeler wilcox— Climbing
Whilst the misguided Follower climbs with Pain, Mountains of Whimsies, heapt in his own Brain, Stumbling from Thought to Thought, falls headlong down Into Doubt’s boundless Sea, where like to drown, Books bear him up a-while, and make him try To swim with Bladders of Philosophy.
wilmot, john, 2nd earl of rochester— ll. 16–21.
While Franklin 's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, Or drawing from the no less kindled earth Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth; While Washington 's a watchword, such as ne'er Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
lord byron— St. 5 (The Age of Bronze (1823))
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
arthur hugh clough— Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth, st. 4.
As for me, I delight in the every day Way Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves Here in the wilderness I am completely free With my friends, the white clouds, idling forever There are roads, but they do not reach the world Since I am mindless, who can rouse my thoughts On a bed of stone I sit, alone in the night While a round moon climbs up Cold Mountain
han shan— Cold Mountain: 100 Poems by the T'ang Poet Han-shan (1970), tr. Burton Watson, Columbia University Press, ISBN 0-231-03450-4
I'm happy in the every day Way Among the mist and vines and caves The wilderness is boundless My companions are lazy white clouds There are roads but they do not reach the world My mind has come to rest and nothing can stir my thought On a bed of rock I sit alone in the night While a round moon climbs up Cold Mountain
han shan— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill, To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
George Herbert— George Herbert, The Church Porch, Stanza 19.
The wish to hurt, the momentary intoxication with pain, is the loophole through which the pervert climbs into the minds of ordinary men.
— Jacob Bronowski, in The Face of Violence
In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.
Susan Coolidge— Bind-Weed.
I'm happy in the every day Way Among the mist and vines and caves The wilderness is boundless My companions are lazy white clouds There are roads but they do not reach the world My mind has come to rest and nothing can stir my thought On a bed of rock I sit alone in the night While a round moon climbs up Cold Mountain
— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
It is by the Vicar's skirts that the Devil climbs into the Belfry.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Spanish Student, Act I, scene 2.
While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Age of Bronze, V.
With zealous step he climbs the upland lawn, And bows in homage to the rising dawn; Imbibes with eagle eye the golden ray, And watches, as it moves, the orb of day.
erasmus darwin— Erasmus Darwin, Loves of the Plants, Canto I, line 225.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
helen hunt jackson— Helen Hunt Jackson, Verses, Noon.
Well might the thoughtful race of old With ivy twine the head Of him they hailed their god of wine Thank God:;! the lie is dead; For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay; And spreads its dark deceitful pall To hide what wastes away.
philip james bailey— Philip James Bailey, Festus (1839) Scene: A Large Party and Entertainment.
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love, The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
william cullen bryant— William Cullen Bryant, The Serenade.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
— Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses, line 54.
Art is the provocation for talking about enigma and the search for sense in human life. One can do that by telling a story or writing about a fresco by Giotto or studying how a snail climbs up a wall.
John Berger
Desire paces Eternityas if it had bounds, craving death. The Word climbs upward into Its crown.
william dunbar— 1964 Roots and Branches,'Structure of Rime X VII'.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit. He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.
walter scott— Walter Scott, The Talisman, Chapter XXVI
Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows.
john dryden— John Dryden, Sixth Satire of Juvenal, line 583.
