"Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind."
"Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile."
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Source: James Russell Lowell (1873). “The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell: Complete in Two Volumes”, p.19
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