The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryScholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1864 - 424 oldal |
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... TUCKERMAN . ) · 230-241 THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY , THE GLEN , .... • THE ASCENT OF MOUNT WASHINGTON , · THE CONNECticut Valley , · 243-299 299-316 317-369 .. 371-403 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . • WHITE MOUNTAIN RANGE FROM MILAN.
... TUCKERMAN . ) · 230-241 THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY , THE GLEN , .... • THE ASCENT OF MOUNT WASHINGTON , · THE CONNECticut Valley , · 243-299 299-316 317-369 .. 371-403 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . • WHITE MOUNTAIN RANGE FROM MILAN.
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... GLEN ,. TUCKERMAN'S RAVINE AND MOUNT WASHINGTON , • CRYSTAL CASCADE , · 262 264 • • 268 278 291 301 303 309 313 GLEN ELLIS FALL , · 315 ADAMS AND MADISON , FROM GLEN PATH , · - + 324 PAGE RAVINE IN MOUNT ADAMS , FROM RANDOLPH HILL ,.
... GLEN ,. TUCKERMAN'S RAVINE AND MOUNT WASHINGTON , • CRYSTAL CASCADE , · 262 264 • • 268 278 291 301 303 309 313 GLEN ELLIS FALL , · 315 ADAMS AND MADISON , FROM GLEN PATH , · - + 324 PAGE RAVINE IN MOUNT ADAMS , FROM RANDOLPH HILL ,.
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... Glen , " a most charming opening , where the four highest elevations of the Mount Washington range are in full view from the piazza . If the weather has been dry , and the road is hard , this distance can be travelled in about an hour ...
... Glen , " a most charming opening , where the four highest elevations of the Mount Washington range are in full view from the piazza . If the weather has been dry , and the road is hard , this distance can be travelled in about an hour ...
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... Glen " we cannot be tempted to disparage . Certainly the impression which the hills make upon the senses here is singularly grand . The spot is a little plateau , rising from the banks of the Peabody stream , and guarded on the south ...
... Glen " we cannot be tempted to disparage . Certainly the impression which the hills make upon the senses here is singularly grand . The spot is a little plateau , rising from the banks of the Peabody stream , and guarded on the south ...
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... Glen , " and who is disposed to test this law in the most satisfactory and decisive way , drive in an open wagon from the Alpine House down the river towards Shelburne . He will find , on the return drive , that a perfectly finished ...
... Glen , " and who is disposed to test this law in the most satisfactory and decisive way , drive in an open wagon from the Alpine House down the river towards Shelburne . He will find , on the return drive , that a perfectly finished ...
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Abel Crawford afternoon Androscoggin artist ascend beauty birch blue Campton cascades Centre Harbor charming Chocorua cliffs climbing clouds color Crawford House crest curves dark deep distance dome drive earth Ellis River excursion fall forest Franconia Glen House Gorham grace granite grass gray green Hampshire height hues hundred feet Jefferson Kiarsarge Lafayette lake landscape ledge light lines look lovely lower meadows miles mists 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 path Peabody River peaks Pemigewasset purple rain ravine region ride ridge river road rocks rocky Saco scenery seemed seen shadow shores side slopes snow splendor steep stream summer summit sunset sweep tain thou trees valley village visitors wall White Hills whole wild wilderness Willey 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...
289. oldal - Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
6. oldal - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
168. oldal - 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, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
89. oldal - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature, which song is the best?
152. oldal - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG •"THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
197. oldal - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
168. oldal - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
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.
125. oldal - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.