“The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.” HeartLittlesSoundWaterMy HeartHundredRiversStonesTownsWesternForgottenLovelyHillsMeadowsAll AloneHushBrakeLittle TownsMinglingSound Of Water Book:Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse Source: Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse
“For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.” HeartSoulMotherMy HeartSittingSightTownsAngryWeatherIceMy SoulLayers Author:Khalil Gibran