poet-fellows

Updated: July 16, 2025

"I want to say good-bye without company by, for it makes me timid, ha, ha! though you would not think it. Nice wholesome air, here! cool, decidedly cool, but wholesome. Doing a solitary smoke over a new invention?" "No, monsieur, I was conversing." "Eh! but I do not see anybody!" "I was conversing with Nature." "Oh, what the poet-fellows call musing, eh?" "A kind of prayer."

Alexandre Dumas - The Son of Clemenceau

Do you know, when I look out over it all, and think of you and of all it means, it kind of makes me ache in the throat, and I have things in my heart I can't find the words to say, and I have a feeling that I can almost understand Browning and those other high-flying poet-fellows. Look at Hood Mountain there, just where the sun's striking. It was down in that crease that we found the spring."

Jack London - Burning Daylight