The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 oldal |
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11. oldal
... night . This is still thirty - two miles from the Crawford House and The Notch . " If the roads are in tolerable condition , and the afternoon is not excessively hot , the passengers , who make thus their first excursion to the Hills ...
... night . This is still thirty - two miles from the Crawford House and The Notch . " If the roads are in tolerable condition , and the afternoon is not excessively hot , the passengers , who make thus their first excursion to the Hills ...
31. oldal
... night of rain , Lake and river break asunder Winter's weakened chain , Down the wild March flood shall bear them To the saw - mill's wheel , Or where Steam , the slave , shall tear them With his teeth of steel . But " Whipple's Grant ...
... night of rain , Lake and river break asunder Winter's weakened chain , Down the wild March flood shall bear them To the saw - mill's wheel , Or where Steam , the slave , shall tear them With his teeth of steel . But " Whipple's Grant ...
34. oldal
... night was dark , The purple berries in the wood Supplied me necessary food ; For Nature ever faithful is To such as trust her faithfulness . " Before proceeding to the chapters on the avenues to the highest mountains , and the pictures ...
... night was dark , The purple berries in the wood Supplied me necessary food ; For Nature ever faithful is To such as trust her faithfulness . " Before proceeding to the chapters on the avenues to the highest mountains , and the pictures ...
61. oldal
... night at Wolfboro ' , and not unfrequently an excursion is made to see the lake by moonlight . What can be more charming than , at the close of one of the long days of June , to see the full moon rise over the lower end of the lake just ...
... night at Wolfboro ' , and not unfrequently an excursion is made to see the lake by moonlight . What can be more charming than , at the close of one of the long days of June , to see the full moon rise over the lower end of the lake just ...
62. oldal
... night , and see if , with different winds and temperatures , you find the moonlight twice alike . Notice how sometimes it is thin , bluish , and chilly , as if it had been skimmed in the upper ether before reaching our air . Sometimes ...
... night , and see if , with different winds and temperatures , you find the moonlight twice alike . Notice how sometimes it is thin , bluish , and chilly , as if it had been skimmed in the upper ether before reaching our air . Sometimes ...
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The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
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Abel Crawford afternoon alpine Androscoggin artist ascend beauty birch blue Campton cascades charming Chocorua cliffs climbing clouds color Crawford House crest curves dark deep drive earth Ellis River fall forest Franconia Giant's Grave Glen Gorham grace granite grass gray green Hampshire height hills hues hundred feet Jefferson Kiarsarge Lafayette lake landscape ledge light lines look lower meadows miles mists Moriah morning moun Mount Adams Mount Crawford Mount Hayes Mount Lafayette Mount Madison Mount Surprise Mount Washington Mount Webster Mount Willey Nature night North Conway Notch o'er pass peaks Pemigewasset purple rain ravine region ride ridge river road rocks rocky Saco Sandwich range scenery seemed seen shadow shores side slopes snow splendor spot steep stream summer summit sunset sweeping tain thou torrents trees valley village visitors walls White Mountain whole wild wilderness wind Winnipiseogee woods
Népszerű szakaszok
88. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
171. oldal - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
168. oldal - Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.
58. oldal - The charming landscape which I saw this morning, is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.
168. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer...
150. oldal - To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air: So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial...
89. oldal - And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace...
182. oldal - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.
161. oldal - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
171. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.