Maxioms by Bayard Ruskin
Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the read more
Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights.
Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
The clouds o'er their read more
Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest,
And hung on the ether's invisible breast;
Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright,--
Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night.
