The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 oldal |
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... purple rocks and eternal snows above ; this excellence not being in anywise a matter referable to feeling , or individual prefer- ences , but demonstrable by calm enumeration of the number of lovely colors on the rocks , the varied ...
... purple rocks and eternal snows above ; this excellence not being in anywise a matter referable to feeling , or individual prefer- ences , but demonstrable by calm enumeration of the number of lovely colors on the rocks , the varied ...
23. oldal
... purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below , Where twined the path , in shadow hid , Round many a rocky pyramid , Shooting abruptly from the ...
... purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below , Where twined the path , in shadow hid , Round many a rocky pyramid , Shooting abruptly from the ...
24. oldal
... purple has faded from Lafay- ette , and the expression of the Profile has faded out in the twilight . Or , later in the evening , about nine o'clock , he can be landed by stage at the gateway of the Notch ; or can stop at the White ...
... purple has faded from Lafay- ette , and the expression of the Profile has faded out in the twilight . Or , later in the evening , about nine o'clock , he can be landed by stage at the gateway of the Notch ; or can stop at the White ...
34. oldal
... 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 which they supply ...
... 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 which they supply ...
49. oldal
... purple and the blue , To stiller sea and greener land , And softer lights and airs more bland , And skies - the hollow of God's hand ! Transfused through you , O mountain friends ' With mine your solemn spirit blends , And life no more ...
... purple and the blue , To stiller sea and greener land , And softer lights and airs more bland , And skies - the hollow of God's hand ! Transfused through you , O mountain friends ' With mine your solemn spirit blends , And life no more ...
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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 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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.