They appeared to lie by magic on the side of the vale, like a mirror left in a slanting position.—Cape Cod
We could get no further into the Aeneid than—atque altae moenia Romae,—and the wall of high Rome, before we were constrained to reflect by what myriad tests a work of genius has to be tried; that Virgil, away in Rome, two thousand years off, should have to unfold his meaning, the inspiration of Italian vales, to the pilgrim on New England hills.—"A Walk to Wachusett"
You see the moonlight reflected from particular stumps in the recesses of the forest, as if she selected what to shine on.—"Night and Moonlight"
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