O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and... Littell's Living Age - Page 161855Full view
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Ambrose Bierce - 2004 - 264 pages
...enamored of their own invirility and poring like sponges the vocal incense of a valleyful of idiots. The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault and bless the useful light, But I venture to tell them it is all moonshine—that this new literature is the offspring of mental...