Читать книгу The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 06, April, 1858 - Various - Страница 15

  And as I walk on my way, I behold them consorting and coupling;

  Faithful it seemeth, and fond, very fond, very probably faithful;

  And I proceed on my way with a pleasure sincere and unmingled.

    Life is beautiful, Eustace, entrancing, enchanting to look at;

  As are the streets of a city we pace while the carriage is changing,

  As is a chamber filled-in with harmonious, exquisite pictures,

  Even so beautiful Earth; and could we eliminate only

  This vile hungering impulse, this demon within us of craving,

  Life were beatitude, living a perfect divine satisfaction.