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Amaru :
Tired, she looked up the path her lover would take as far as her eyes could see. On the roads, traffic ceased at the end of day as night slid over the sky. The traveller's pained wife took a single step towards home, said, "Could he not have come at this instant?" and quickly craning her neck around, looked up the path again.
[Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.), Kashmirian king, compiler, author of some of the poems in the anthology which bears his name. translated from the Amaruataka by Martha Ann Selby, vs. 76, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).]
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Percy Bysshe Shelley :
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
[Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. Ozymandias, l. 1-11 (1819). Written in December 1817, probably in competition with Horace Smith (whose sonnet is extant, but does not name Ozymandias).]
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Amaru :
Hearing the low sound of a cloud scattering rain at midnight and thinking for an eternity on his absent young wife, a traveller heaved a sigh and with a flood of tears howled the whole night long. Now, villagers won't let him stay in their place anymore.
[Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.), Kashmirian king, compiler, author of some of the poems in the anthology which bears his name. translated from the Amaruataka by Martha Ann Selby, vs. 13, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).]
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William Blake :
Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
[William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Songs of Experience, "Ah! Sun-flower," (1794), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).]
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Ralph Waldo Emerson :
Two well-assorted travellers use The highway, Eros and the muse. From the twins is nothing hidden, To the pair is naught forbidden; Hand in hand the comrades go Every nook of nature through: Each for the other they were born, Each can other best adorn.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Love and Thought," May-Day and Other Pieces (1867).]
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William Butler Yeats :
Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast. Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveller....
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "Swift's Epitaph."]
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William Shakespeare :
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Murderer, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 3, l. 5-7.]
Henry David Thoreau :
I observed that the vitals of the village were the grocery, the bar-room, the post-office, and the bank; and, as a necessary part of the machinery, they kept a bell, a big gun, and a fire-engine, at convenient places; and the houses were so arranged as to make the most of mankind, in lanes and fronting one another, so that every traveller had to run the gauntlet, and every man, woman, and child might get a lick at him.... For the most part I escaped wonderfully from these dangers, either by proceeding at once boldly and without deliberation to the goal, as is recommended to those who run the gauntlet, or by keeping my thoughts on high things, like Orpheus, who, "loudly singing the praises of the gods to his lyre, drowned the voices of the Sirens, and kept out of danger." Sometimes I bolted suddenly, and nobody could tell my whereabouts, for I did not stand much about gracefulness, and never hesitated at a gap in a fence. I was even accustomed to make an irruption into some houses, where I was well entertained, and after learning the kernels and the very last sieveful of news,—what had subsided, the prospects of war and peace, and whether the world was likely to hold together much longer,—I was let out through the rear avenues, and so escaped to the woods again.
[Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, pp. 186-187, Houghton Mifflin (1906).]
William Shakespeare :
Rosalind. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home, I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind and Touchstone, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 4, l. 15-18.]
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William Shakespeare :
The dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 1, l. 80-82 (1604). part of Hamlet's meditative soliloquy on the question of "To be, or not to be."]
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