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<Longings in two directions:>

(spring's) spirit of divine discontent and longing / everything happy, and progressive, and occupied
For others the asperities, the stubborn endurance, or the clash of actual conflict, that went with Nature in the rough; he must be wise, must keep to the pleasant places in which his lines were laid and which held adventure enough, in their way, to last for a lifetime.
'Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a blithesome step forward, and you are out of the old life and into the new! Then some day, some day long hence, jog home here if you will, when the cup has been drained and the play has been played, and sit down by your quiet river with a store of goodly memories for company. You can easily overtake me on the road, for you are young, and I am ageing and go softly. I will linger, and look back; and at last I will surely see you coming, eager and light-hearted, with all the South in your face!'
'I don't talk about my river,' replied the patient Rat. `You know I don't, Toad. But I think about it,' he added pathetically, in a lower tone: `I think about it -- all the time!'
'Please stop, Ratty!' pleaded the poor Mole, in anguish of heart. `You don't understand! It's my home, my old home! I've just come across the smell of it, and it's close by here, really quite close. And I must go to it, I must, I must! Oh, come back, Ratty! Please, please come back!'

<Whimsy:>

'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly.
(Mole End:) On the walls hung wire baskets with ferns in them, alternating with brackets carrying plaster statuary -- Garibaldi, and the infant Samuel, and Queen Victoria, and other heroes of modern Italy.
Out of the centre of the pond rose a fanciful erection clothed in more cockle-shells and topped by a large silvered glass ball that reflected everything all wrong and had a very pleasing effect.
in the intoxicated fashion affected by young bloods of May-flies seeing life
about herons, and how particular they were whom they spoke to
a gipsy caravan, shining with newness, painted a canary-yellow picked out with green, and red wheels
He gave (the hedgehogs) sixpence apiece and a pat on the head, and they went off with much respectful swinging of caps and touching of forelocks.
'What a ripping little house this is! Everything so handy!' / 'and a murrain on both of them!'
They had a moment's glimpse of an interior of glittering plate-glass and rich morocco, and the magnificent motor-car, immense, breath-snatching, passionate, with its pilot tense and hugging his wheel, possessed all earth and air.
"Then I might never have seen that -- that swan, that sunbeam, that thunderbolt!"

"The Wind in the Willows" [.] (Reply)