O RIVER! gently as a wayward child I saw thee mid the moonlight hills at rest; Capricious thing, with thine own beauty wild, How didst thou still the throbbings of thy breast! Rude headlands were about thee, stooping round, As if amid the hills to hold thy stay; But thou didst hear the far-off ocean sound Inviting thee from hill and vale away, To mingle thy deep waters with its own; And, at that voice, thy steps did onward glide, Onward from echoing hill and valley lone. Like thine, oh, be my course--nor turned aside, While listening to the soundings of a land, That like the ocean call invites me to its strand.
But see! the broadening river deeper flows, Its tribute floods intent to reach the sea, While, from the west, the fading sunlight throws Its softening hues on stream, and field, and tree; All silent nature bathing, wondrously, In charms that soothe the heart with sweet desires, And thoughts of friends we ne'er again may see, Till lo! ahead, Manhattan's bristling spires, Above her thousand roofs red with day's dying fires.
“Movement was the essence of Manhattan. It had always been so, and now its sense of flow, energy, openness, elasticity as Charles Dickens had called it, was headier than ever. Half the city’s skill and aspirations seemed to go into the propagation of motion.”
"¡Paz, paz, paz! Paz luminosa. Una vida de armonía sobre una tierra dichosa." "Paz sin fin, paz verdadera. Paz que al alba se levante y a la noche no se muera."
Covered Bridge divides Jay. A new bridge located upstream from the Jay covered brodge would aesthetically harm the area, said a majority of residents who responded to a recent town-wide survey. , the citizens group that has opposed a new structure crossing the AuSable River 600 feet upstream from the historic bridge, mailed surveys to about 1,700 Jay residents. More than 400 were returned and and 72 percent of those agreed . . . that the new bridge would "violate the preservation of this scenic area."
He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.
From Rip van Winkle
Washington Irving
LONGEST SUSPENSION BRIDGE IN THE WORLD FROM 1924 TO 1926
I was born in Rochester
To a bookmaking man
Had a fake cigar shops
With the games on in the back
See them coming and going
Let them ride on thoroughbreds
Police chief and Tompaw wondering what was the spread
Carried rich men's bag through the brow
Trying to chase down a little white ball
I learned that any soft place wasn't good for me at all