The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 oldal |
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... seen , it was written , nor long ago , by one of the best of the poor human race for whom they were built , wondering in himself for whom their Creator could have made them , and thinking to have entirely discerned the Divine intent in ...
... seen , it was written , nor long ago , by one of the best of the poor human race for whom they were built , wondering in himself for whom their Creator could have made them , and thinking to have entirely discerned the Divine intent in ...
2. oldal
... seen . We have even seen maps , that were regularly sold in the mountain hotels , which represented the Franconia range as a wes- terly continuation of the great White Mountain chain , and which placed Montreal a little south of ...
... seen . We have even seen maps , that were regularly sold in the mountain hotels , which represented the Franconia range as a wes- terly continuation of the great White Mountain chain , and which placed Montreal a little south of ...
5. oldal
... cannot easily be overestimated . Το But it is not landscape beauty that is given in " The Glen . " To have that , there must be meadow , river , and greater distance from the hills , so that they can be seen through THE FOUR VALLEYS . 5.
... cannot easily be overestimated . Το But it is not landscape beauty that is given in " The Glen . " To have that , there must be meadow , river , and greater distance from the hills , so that they can be seen through THE FOUR VALLEYS . 5.
6. oldal
... seen through large intervening depths of air . Going close to a great mountain is like going close to a powerfully painted picture ; you see only the roughnesses , the blotches of paint , the coarsely contrasted hues , which at the ...
... seen through large intervening depths of air . Going close to a great mountain is like going close to a powerfully painted picture ; you see only the roughnesses , the blotches of paint , the coarsely contrasted hues , which at the ...
7. oldal
... seen , but also what a great difference is made in the effect of a landscape by a very slight change of position . on the road . A spy - glass is good for nothing , as a help to the sight , unless you get the exact focus . It is quite ...
... seen , but also what a great difference is made in the effect of a landscape by a very slight change of position . on the road . A spy - glass is good for nothing , as a help to the sight , unless you get the exact focus . It is quite ...
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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
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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.