“Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.”
“I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, / I shun the thought that lurks in all delight - / The thought of thee - and in the blue heaven's height, / And in the sweetest passage of a song.”
