“It is not strange that that early love of the heart should come back, as it so often does when the dim eye is brightening with its last light. It is not strange that the freshest fountains the heart has ever known in its wastes should bubble up anew when the lifeblood is growing stagnant. It is not strange that a bright memory should come to a dying old man, as the sunshine breaks across the hills at the close of a stormy day; nor that in the light of that ray, the very clouds that made the day dark should grow gloriously beautiful.” MenShouldHeartDoeMadeLightEyeLastsBeautifulDeathGrowsMemoriesDarkKnownBreakGrowingDyingStrangeWasteCloudsHillsSunshineOld ManRaysBubblesFountainStagnantStormyStormy DaysEarly Love Author:Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond.” IfsFirstsLooksBeautifulChoicesStrongTreeArmsMonthsSummerSpringGreenLaysWideNakedSpotsPleasantLook UpSunshineVillageShadeRichnessFlewStretchingThirstySummer SunStrong Life Book:Oliver Twist: Or, The Parish Boy's Progress Source: Oliver Twist: Or, The Parish Boy's Progress