Ledge Quotes
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Skirting the rocks at the forest edgeWith a running flame from ledge to ledge,Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms,A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms;Bronzed and molded by wind and sun,Maddening, gladdening every oneWith a gypsy beauty full and fine,—A health to the crimson columbine!
elaine goodale eastman— Columbine; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 124.
Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota. He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good?
amy hempel— The Man in Bogota
He went up on the mountain beside the giant stone They knew he was insane so they left him alone He'd given up enlisting help for there was no one else He spent his days devising ways to stop the rock himself One night while he was working building braces on the ledge The ground began to rumble the rock trembled on the edge.
harry chapin— The Rock
Graceful , tossing plume of glowing gold, Waving lonely on the rocky ledge; Leaning seaward, lovely to behold, Clinging to the high cliff's ragged edge.
celia thaxter— Celia Thaxter, Seaside Goldenrod.
My garden is a forest ledge Which older forests bound; The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge, Then plunge to depths profound!
ralph waldo emerson— Ralph Waldo Emerson, My Garden, Stanza 3
Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
— Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos-Eaters, Choric Song, Part I.
