The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 oldal |
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... earth , with their gates of rock , pavements of cloud , choirs of stream and stone , altars of and vaults of purple , traversed by the continual stars , —of these , as we have seen , it was written , nor long ago , by one of the best of ...
... earth , with their gates of rock , pavements of cloud , choirs of stream and stone , altars of and vaults of purple , traversed by the continual stars , —of these , as we have seen , it was written , nor long ago , by one of the best of ...
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... rent , Form'd turret , dome , or battlement , Or seem'd fantastically set With cupola or minaret , Wild crests as pagod ever decked , Or mosque of eastern architect . Nor were these earth - born castles bare , Nor THE FOUR VALLEYS . 23.
... rent , Form'd turret , dome , or battlement , Or seem'd fantastically set With cupola or minaret , Wild crests as pagod ever decked , Or mosque of eastern architect . Nor were these earth - born castles bare , Nor THE FOUR VALLEYS . 23.
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Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King. Nor were these earth - born castles bare , Nor lacked they many a banner fair ; For from their shiver'd brows display'd , Far o'er the unfathomable glade , All twinkling with the ...
Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King. Nor were these earth - born castles bare , Nor lacked they many a banner fair ; For from their shiver'd brows display'd , Far o'er the unfathomable glade , All twinkling with the ...
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... traits of a man , is never satisfied till it reaches his eye , so on the earth , we seek after water , and are not quite content till our attention , long vagrant , rests upon it . " SUMMER BY THE LAKE - SIDE . NOON . WHITE.
... traits of a man , is never satisfied till it reaches his eye , so on the earth , we seek after water , and are not quite content till our attention , long vagrant , rests upon it . " SUMMER BY THE LAKE - SIDE . NOON . WHITE.
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... earth spins on its axis without noise or jar to give the ever shifting hues that bathe them from golden dawn to purple evening . And now , when we remember that all this is only the commencement of an enumeration of the forces that ...
... earth spins on its axis without noise or jar to give the ever shifting hues that bathe them from golden dawn to purple evening . And now , when we remember that all this is only the commencement of an enumeration of the forces that ...
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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 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 Sandwich range 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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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.
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...
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.
396. oldal - Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
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 forever.
197. oldal - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
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.
170. oldal - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
89. 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...
182. oldal - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.