The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 oldal |
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... whom their Creator could have made them , and thinking to have entirely discerned the Divine intent in them— ' They are inhabited by the Beasts . ' " snow , RUSKIN . UNIV . OF CALIFORNIA INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER . THE FOUR VALLEYS.
... whom their Creator could have made them , and thinking to have entirely discerned the Divine intent in them— ' They are inhabited by the Beasts . ' " snow , RUSKIN . UNIV . OF CALIFORNIA INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER . THE FOUR VALLEYS.
30. oldal
... snow - cloud wrapping Half the peak in storm . O'er us , to the southland heading , Screams the gray wild - goose ; On the night air sounds the treading Of the brindled moose . Noiseless creeping , while we're sleeping , Frost his task ...
... snow - cloud wrapping Half the peak in storm . O'er us , to the southland heading , Screams the gray wild - goose ; On the night air sounds the treading Of the brindled moose . Noiseless creeping , while we're sleeping , Frost his task ...
36. oldal
... snow , out of which came two branches of Saco River , which met at the foot of the hill where was an Indian town of some 200 people . By the way , among the rocks , there were two ponds , one a blackish water , and the other a reddish ...
... snow , out of which came two branches of Saco River , which met at the foot of the hill where was an Indian town of some 200 people . By the way , among the rocks , there were two ponds , one a blackish water , and the other a reddish ...
37. oldal
... Snow all the year , and is a Land - mark twenty miles off at Sea . It is ris- ing ground from the Sea shore to these Hills , and they are inacces- sible but by the Gullies which the dissolved Snow hath made ; in these Gullies grow Saven ...
... Snow all the year , and is a Land - mark twenty miles off at Sea . It is ris- ing ground from the Sea shore to these Hills , and they are inacces- sible but by the Gullies which the dissolved Snow hath made ; in these Gullies grow Saven ...
38. oldal
... snow's lying the whole year upon the mountains , by excepting the month of Au- gust , and after remarking that " some suppose that the White Mountains were first raised by earthquakes , " he adds that " they are hollow , as may be ...
... snow's lying the whole year upon the mountains , by excepting the month of Au- gust , and after remarking that " some suppose that the White Mountains were first raised by earthquakes , " he adds that " they are hollow , as may be ...
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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
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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.