“It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.” EyeLandCryTearsWindBirdWestWarmHillsBrownAprilDaffodil Book:The Poems and Plays of John Masefield: Poems Source: The Poems and Plays of John Masefield: Poems
“Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!” FirstsHardYoungSeaLandRocksKingsDaughterRoseWinterWarmRingsSnowMy DaughterBellsLocksBeardSunnyIcy Author:Charles Godfrey Leland
“Ah, never shall the land forget How gush'd the life-blood of the brave, Gush'd warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save!” ForgetCourageBloodLandBraveWarmSoil Author:William C. Bryant
“Africa is never the same to anyone who leaves it and returns again. It is not a land of change, but it is a land of moods and its moods are numberless. It is not fickle, but because it has mothered not only men, but races, and cradles not only cities, but civilizations - and seen them die, and seen new ones born again - Africa can be dispassionate, indifferent, warm, or cynical, replete with the weariness of too much wisdom.” MenDiesBornRaceCitiesToo MuchLandReturnCivilizationWarmMoodCynicalIndifferentCradleBorn AgainWearinessFickleDispassionate Author:Beryl Markham
“Statutes are mere milestone, telling how far yesterday's thought had traveled; and the talk of the sidewalk today is the law of the land. With us, law in nothing unless close behind it stands a warm, living public opinion.” TodayLawBehindsOpinionLandMereWarmYesterdayTraveledPublic OpinionSidewalkMilestoneStatutes Book:Speeches, Lectures, and Letters Source: Speeches, Lectures, and Letters
“In time they sank and decayed, and nothing is left of them except an occasional impression in stones, in stones now found in deserts and on high mountain peaks. Birdless forests block the sun in uninhabited lands. Insects swirl in the air. And then, in a majestic, bloodthirsty, and mighty heave, the spinal columns of the vertebrates rise as monstrous lizards and fabulous creatures; dragons flinging their fearful bellows up to a steaming sky... Slowly they become birds, birds as light as undreamt dreams. The searing roars become birdsong, whimpering flutes on warm nights.” DreamLightNightFoundLeftSunAirSkyLandMountainCreaturesBirdStonesWarmImpressionForestsBlockDesertDragonsFearfulFabulousInsectsOccasionalColumnsMonstrousMajesticFlutesLizardsSwirlsBirdsongMountain PeaksVertebrates Author:Erik Fosnes Hansen