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 For not a hidden path that to the shades Of the beloved Parnassian forest leads Lurked undiscovered by him; not a rill There issues from the fount of Hippocrene, But he had traced it upward to its source, Through open glade, dark glen, and secret dell, Knew the gay wild-flowers on its banks, and culled Its med'cinable herbs; yea, oft alone, Piercing the long-neglected holy cave, The haunt obscure of old Philosophy.".

"Such cooling fruit As the kind, habitable woods provide." Author:John Milton.

My life is but the life of winds and tides, No more than winds and tides can I avail." Author:John Keats.

"Is this the mighty ocean?—is this all?" Author:Walter Savage Landor.

Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
 * At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;

Keep clean, bear fruit, earn life, and watch,
 * Till the white-winged reapers come."

Author:Henry Vaughan.

"No one hates the sea and danger more than I do; but I fear more not to do my duty to the utmost"—author:Robert Thomas Wilson.

"The joyous birds shrouded in cheerful shade,
 * Their notes unto the voice attempted sweet;
 * Th' angelical soft trembling voices made
 * To th' instruments divine respondence meet.
 * With the low murmurs of the water's fall;
 * The water's fall with difference discreet,
 * Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call;

The gentle warbling wind low answered to all." Author:Edmund Spenser.