Travel and Horizons

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I?

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

Stranger in a strange country.

I’ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

At last he rose, and twitch’d his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

That is my home of love: if I have rang’d, Like him that travels, I return again.

What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip?

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments, an’ a man can raise a thirst.

For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich— Which is something between a large bathing machine and a very small second-class carriage.

I’d like to get away from earth awhile

Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

If with me you’d fondly stray. Over the hills and far away. 2

Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges— Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!

Men standing in opposite hemispheres will converse and deride each other and embrace each other, and understand each other’s language.

They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valor, the country of worth! Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.

O my America! my new-found land.

I will to Egypt And though I make this marriage for my peace, I’ the East my pleasure lies.

Seeking with the soul the land of the Greeks.