...as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep know why.
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go Always a little further: it may be Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
White on a throne or guarded in a cave There lives a prophet who can understand Why men were born: but surely we are brave Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
acantha commented on the word leafmeal
...as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep know why.
smells like fall
Jul 2, 2008
acantha commented on the word lambent
Foaled of the white sea-horses,
Washed in the lambent waters of the sun.
(francis thompson, from the night of forebeing)
Apr 28, 2008
acantha commented on the word samarkand
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
Apr 28, 2008
acantha commented on the word abracadabrant
I found this word several years ago in a dictionary of archaic English; its definition was given as something marvelous or dazzlingly good.
Apr 28, 2008