THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



the hazy vapour of autumn, nor the blue 

 tints that come over distant hills and 

 woods. 



As there is a bloom upon the peach and 

 grape, so this is the bloom of summer. 

 The air is ripe and rich, full of the 

 emanations, the perfume, from corn and 

 flower and leafy tree. In strictness the 

 term will not, of course, be accurate, yet 

 by what other word can this appearance 

 in the atmosphere be described but as a 

 bloom ?— ' Nature near London ' : The 

 River. 



THE swallows perch and sing 

 just over the muddy water. A 

 sow lies in the mire. But the 

 sweet swallows sing on softly : they do 

 not see the wallowing animal, the mud, 

 the brown water; they see only the 

 sunshine, the golden buttercups, and 

 the blue sky of summer. This is the 

 true way to look at this beautiful earth. 



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