The Mountain
"It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves." Sir Edmund Percival Hillary
Dream-Land
"By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters, lone and dead, - Their sad waters, sad and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily, - By the mountains - near the river Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever" Edgar Allan Poe, Dream-Land
By The Old Burned Tree
"Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall; But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-leith" Lord Alfred Tennyson
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