I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on read more

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he
said, I have been a read more

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he
said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve read more

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One read more

Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth read more

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him." So
it is in traveling: a man must carry knowledge with him, if he
would bring home knowledge.

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and,
instead of thinking how things may be, to read more

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and,
instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a read more

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and
carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
[Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.
Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]

I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.

I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.