by Edmund Gosse
Now all day long we wander hand in hand,
And taste of love in many wondrous ways;
by W. N. P. Barbellion
In this Journal, my pen is a delicate needle point, tracing out a graph of temperament so as to show its daily fluctuations:
by George Gissing
I slept little, and was very early on deck, scanning by the light of dawn a mountainous coast.
by Harold Monro
…I have entered Côte d’Or. It is cowslip time, and often ’tis hard to tell whether the pastures are green or yellow.
by W. H. Hudson
Just before my riding days began in real earnest, when I was not yet quite confident enough to gallop off alone…