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Mt. Shasta-John MuirYet, strange to say, there are days even here somewhat dull-looking, when the mountain seems uncommunicative, sending out no appreciable invitation, as if not at home. At such times...
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“The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of...
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The Yellowstone National Park-John MuirAmong the roots and stumps on the old forest floors we find the remains of ferns and bushes, and the seeds and leaves of trees like those now growing on the...
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As he was to return for a couple of other friends, waiting on the bridge, Mr. Hutchings sent us three pilgrims (we know who) on through the wicket- gate, and directly into his fine strawberry patch. We...
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THE FLOWER FIELDS OF GLACIER NATIONAL PARK.RUSKIN says, "The best image which the world can give of Paradise is in the slope of the meadows, on the sides of a great Alp, with its purple rocks and...
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Beauty of the Grand Canyon from The Grand Canyon of Arizona By Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe RailwayHither, to this point of the chasm whence I am writing, long ago came Thomas Moran, the painter, and...
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" Blessed be God for flowers—For the light, gentle, holy thoughts that breatheFrom out their odorous beauty, like a wreathOf sunshine on life's hours."And thus would I gather and interweave them into...
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Pennyroyal Time by Eliza Calvert HallI Walked slowly down the " big road " that Sunday afternoon— slowly, as befitted the scene and the season; for who would hurry over the path that summer has...
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THE PALACE OF SILENCE by C Jennie SwaineFar back in the mythical ages,A palace of silence once stoodIn the deep and solemn shadowsThat o'er-brooded a summer wood. The birds never wandered thither,The...
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For me, words have color, character, They have faces, pouts, manners, gesticulations, They have moods, humors, eccentricities, They have tints, tones personalities.Because people cannot see the color...
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I See, rising out of darkness, a lotus in a vase. Most of the vase is invisible; but I know that it is of bronze, and that its glimpsing handles are bodies of dragons. Only the lotus is fully...
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She touched her pony lightly, and in silence they took up the trail again through the jungle. On and on they rode, twisting and turning amid the India-rubber and banana trees and giant palms that...
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THE Cloisonne vase came the next day. Katherine had the box carried up to her room and opened it herself by the aid of a hammer, taking the treasure out of its innerwrappings of odd Oriental paper....
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There were perfumes imprisoned in delicate globules which might be thrown upon the hair and clothing of the guests of the household; the globules thus broken would release their contents to the guests'...
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Way of the White Clouds-LAMA ANAGARIKA GOVINDA Sometimes a glance, a few casual words, fragments of a melodyfloating through the quiet air of a summer evening, a book that accident tally comes into our...
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The turf is white with the fallen snow of cherry trees. The maple-tops are radiant though already casting down their keys—sending their seeds off on the wings of the wind to plant new colonies. You...
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Here, sitting in this little wooded glen, a dozen delightful suggestions come to mind. The fresh smell of the wood turf, the delicious murmur of the brook, the hoarse sound of the wind in the pines,...
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Who would not celebrate these delicious cool nights, when little touches of freshness and fragrance fill the air, to make one dream of beds of thyme and oldfashioned gardens, scented with lavender and...
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The autumnal rays of the sun are not garish now as they send long, misty shafts of light streaming over the fields to touch the undergrowth of the forest and turn the trunks of trees to massive gold....
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Then the wind blew cool through the pinyons on the rim. There was a sweet tang of cedar and sage on the air and that indefinable fragrance peculiar to the canyon country of Arizona. ~Zane Grey, The...
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