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Angleterre Hotel,
Peterhof (Petrodvorets). Nicknamed the "Russian Versailles," the elaborate interiors, formal gardens, and beautiful fountains of Peter the Great's summer palace live up to their moniker. This is St. Petersburg's most famous imperial residence, located in the suburbs about 40 minutes away.
It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk under the bushes.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines,
Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines.
My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life. It smelt of summer and rain and newness. It was patterned with shifting light and shade, alive with the trill and whistle of flirtatious birdsong. Oh, this was too lovely a day to die, too lovely to kill.
Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest ...
the village, since they forbade us to leave
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
King Offa's dyke,
Fenwick, sitting down to
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
The finest landscape in the world is improved by a good inn in the foreground.
A great city is a great solitude.
This is the entrance
To the city of you...
The churchyard. Walled in by houses and overrun with weeds, choked up with too much buying.
The real reason I love Bamburgh is that it's the only place in the world where I ever truly relax.
Its somewhat austere and even forbidding limestone exterior,
Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
(Oxford: Clarendon
Old St Petersburg remains a beautiful stage set but to the Russians it is not what Rome is to the Italians or Paris to the French. The decisions are made in the Kremlin. The city of Peter remains a museum, open from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM.
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
Solitude in the presence of natural beauty and grandeur is the cradle of thought and aspirations which are not only good for the individual, but which society can ill do without.
Let us remember that within us there is a palace of immense magnificence.
Now, having left cities behind me, turned
Away forever from the strange, gregarious
Huddling of men by stones, I find those various
Great towns I knew fused into one, burned
Together in the fire of my despising ...
Tennessee Williams, one of my favorite playwrights, [lived] down there. You always heard about the Keys and how amazing they are and, well, it's like a highway with some bars on it.
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!
Moscow ... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!
For me, St. Petersburg is the city that I can never escape because it has this special energy, even a dark energy. It keeps pulling me back.
Castles are Forrests of stones.
Solitude is the place of purification.
Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene! ... Her ineffable charm keeps ever calling us to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection
Monastery you can't retire it's forever, there isn't music, films, parties and other crazy stuff. It's about spiritual life... It becomes harder and harder!
Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at.
the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical
Upon moving to Cornwall in 1991, I became bewitched by its enchanting timeless beauty, which captured my heart and holds me still. Brooding and mysterious, the south-eastern edge of Bodmin Moor provided the wild backdrop against which the introduction to my magical training and love of nature began.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
leads to a church, the Madonna del Carmine - Our Lady of Mount Carmine. Narrow stone steps run
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
The place has entered me...it has coloured my life like a stain.
only slightly less magnificent than the neighboring palazzo.
There is a power in the land in Concord, in Lincoln, in the western Boston suburbs. There's an inter-dimensional vortex that opens in a variety of places in this area, which leads one to a transcendental reality.
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
The Aravaipa village near Camp Grant. Although Camp
Solitude is a temple for me.
Greenwich Village ... the village of low rents and high arts.
Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.
Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I
Moorcroft with a small pasture
Now of old the name of that forest was Greenwood the Great, and its wide halls and aisles were the haunt of many beasts and of birds of bright song; and there was the realm of King Thranduil under the oak and the beech.
Forest University
The cabin on the lake is nothing compared to my mansion in eternity!
My dwelling is but a rustic cottage, but still I should like you to see, at least, the pretty mountain streamlet which waters my garden.
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!
Platonic England, house of solitudes,
rests in its laurels and its injured stone
The beauty of a house by the lake side in the middle of wilderness can best be appreciated not by those who permanently live in the house but by the travellers passing by!
A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people.
What abandoned course is that?
I rent a Jacobean-fronted hunting lodge in Hampshire from the National Trust and like to go there as much as possible. I've grown to love it so much, especially when writing my memoirs there at weekends.
There are noble mausoleums rooted for centuries in retired glades of parks among the growing timber and the fern, which perhaps hold fewer noble secrets than walk abroad among men, shut up in the breast of Mr. Tulkinghorn.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.
There is a place they call La Pature, on the top of the hill, on the edge of the forest. Sometimes, on Sundays, I go and stay there with a book, watching the sunset.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
Only in intimate communion with solitude may man find himself. Solitude is good company and my architecture is not for those who fear or shun it.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
There exists no temple more beautiful and more calming than the nature itself!
On the Jellicoe road
A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine.
It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together.
Nashville, man. That's the place to be.
That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.
Add two letters two paris and it's paradise.
Few areas which are not publicly owned can boast as many footpaths as the Cuckmere Valley. For a short walk, a footbridge across the river leads back to the little hamlet of Milton Street, where another classic local pub, the Sussex Ox, provides an admirable lunch.
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
My Becca's home.
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
Arriving at a mansion with another gate, low and nearly invisible inside its landscape gardening, seeming so much constructed of night itself that at sunrise it might all disappear.
You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
Solitude where are thou?
But there was no place like this in the world. Not so serene. So loved by its people and its rulers. The
The private buildings [of Virginia] are very rarely constructed of stone or brick; much the greatest proportion being of scantlingand boards, plastered with lime. It is impossible to devise things more ugly, uncomfortable, and happily more perishable.
I dwell 'neath the shades of Harvard
In the State of the Sacred Cod,
Where the Lowells speak only to Cabots
And the Cabots speak only to God
For serenity, always prefer the cottage to the palace!
Solitude is an unmarked place beyond the borders of the map, a place where most fear to tread. It's no surprise, then, that this is where the greatest secrets and most valuable treasures are hidden.
Skyscraper National Park
Mountains, hills and valleys confirm the beauty of Your holiness.
I feel very at home in woodlands and could easily live there. I should have been one of Robin Hood's men.
We were in a long hall of some sort, very old-looking. High, high ceilings. Gothic in the very definition of the word.
Vlad smiled. Enter freely and of your own will, isn't that what I'm supposed to say?
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
Nice little town, Albany. They've got a State Capitol there, you know.
Salish Kootenai College
When we take the one seat on our meditation cushion we become our own monastery. We create the compassionate space that allows for the arising of all things: sorrows, loneliness, shame, desire, regret, frustration, happiness.
for pleasing to me are meadows and a far view