“The ash her purple drops forgivingly And sadly, breaking not the general hush; The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea, Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush; All round the wood's edge creeps the skirting blaze, Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.” FallSeaRainRoundsEdgesWoodsSunsetFarmersAshesBrushesLeafsPurpleCreepsCautiousRippleSwampsHushMaple Book:The Vision of Sir Launfal And Other Poems by James Russell Lowell, With a Biographical Sketch and Notes, a Portrait and Other Illustrations Source: The Vision of Sir Launfal And Other Poems by James Russell Lowell, With a Biographical Sketch and Notes, a Portrait and Other Illustrations
“Misfortune sprinkles ashes on the head of the man, but falls like dew on the heart of the woman, and brings forth [gems] of strength of which she herself had no conscious possession.” MenHeartFallHe ManConsciousPossessionMisfortunesAshesDewGemsSprinkles Author:Anna Cora Mowatt