"Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids."
"The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness."
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Source: James Gates Percival, Erasmus Darwin North (1859). “The poetical works of James Gates Percival”, p.1
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