Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . moved,With all we hear, we see, we breathe, alikeMay say, They loved! Translation of Katharine Hillard. FAR FROM THE WORLD FAR from the faithless and the wicked , O my soul! to some deep solitude;Fly, shaking from our feet the weary dustOf love, desire, hope, and carking careUpon the threshold of these deserts wild. Behold the rocks, the forests, and the shores,Nature has molded with her mighty hands:The streams alone have hollowed out these paths;Their foam alone has touched the river banksWhere never human foot has left a
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . moved,With all we hear, we see, we breathe, alikeMay say, They loved! Translation of Katharine Hillard. FAR FROM THE WORLD FAR from the faithless and the wicked , O my soul! to some deep solitude;Fly, shaking from our feet the weary dustOf love, desire, hope, and carking careUpon the threshold of these deserts wild. Behold the rocks, the forests, and the shores,Nature has molded with her mighty hands:The streams alone have hollowed out these paths;Their foam alone has touched the river banksWhere never human foot has left a trace. 3816 LAMARTINE There seek at last for peace within thyself;Thy dreams of happiness have been but brief!Drive them forever far from this retreat;Love nothing but the blue sky that loves thee,And of the sun alone ask happy days! To wounded hearts, nature is ever solitude belongs to peace re-enters my sad heart;Already life takes up, without a jar,Its course suspended by the hand of grief! Translation of Katharine Hillard. 88i7
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