The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryI.N. Andrews, 1859 - 403 oldal |
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7. oldal
... clear weather was worth riding every day to see . But in the afternoon , the westerly light made the forests look rusty ; roughened the slopes of the ridge ; reduced the height of the massive bastions , and chased away their dusky frown ...
... clear weather was worth riding every day to see . But in the afternoon , the westerly light made the forests look rusty ; roughened the slopes of the ridge ; reduced the height of the massive bastions , and chased away their dusky frown ...
8. oldal
... clear , symmetrical , and proud , against the vivid blue of the western sky . And as if the bright foreground of the meadows golden in the afternoon light , and the velvety softness of the vague blue shadows that dim the desolation of ...
... clear , symmetrical , and proud , against the vivid blue of the western sky . And as if the bright foreground of the meadows golden in the afternoon light , and the velvety softness of the vague blue shadows that dim the desolation of ...
13. oldal
... clear , is a con- tinuous delight to one who has an outside seat on the stage . By the meadows of North Conway , and in full view of the White Mountain battlements that frown upon that village from the north ; by the charming Kiarsarge ...
... clear , is a con- tinuous delight to one who has an outside seat on the stage . By the meadows of North Conway , and in full view of the White Mountain battlements that frown upon that village from the north ; by the charming Kiarsarge ...
18. oldal
... clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . Varying with each hour the favored visitors will have the full range of summer views , the anthology of a season's art , gathered into a portion of a single ...
... clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . Varying with each hour the favored visitors will have the full range of summer views , the anthology of a season's art , gathered into a portion of a single ...
19. oldal
... With them “ confidence is a plant of slow growth . " Their externals they give to the eye in a moment , on a clear day ; but their character , their aspects of superior majesty , their fleeting loveliness of THE FOUR VALLEYS . 19.
... With them “ confidence is a plant of slow growth . " Their externals they give to the eye in a moment , on a clear day ; but their character , their aspects of superior majesty , their fleeting loveliness of THE FOUR VALLEYS . 19.
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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.
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.
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.
23. oldal - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each 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 dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
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.
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.
168. oldal - 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, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set...
212. oldal - We have not wings, we cannot soar; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. The distant mountains, that uprear Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise.
197. oldal - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
88. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries 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...