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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often read more
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.
As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other read more
As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.
Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.".
Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.".
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the read more
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still read more
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
