The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryI.N. Andrews, 1859 - 403 oldal |
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... Village Lake Village Laconia Union Bridge Sanbornton Bridge Chocorua Peak Monllynborougies Ossipee M's Wolf borough Conway Madison Ossipee Wakefield Winnapisco gee GF & C . Allen Bay Union Village Parsonfield Sebago A O Cornish ΓΙ bake ...
... Village Lake Village Laconia Union Bridge Sanbornton Bridge Chocorua Peak Monllynborougies Ossipee M's Wolf borough Conway Madison Ossipee Wakefield Winnapisco gee GF & C . Allen Bay Union Village Parsonfield Sebago A O Cornish ΓΙ bake ...
4. oldal
... highest peaks are visible . The Androscoggin sweeps through the village with a broader bed , and in larger volume , than the Connecticut shows at Lancaster or Littleton . Only an hour's ride from the hotel carries one to 4 THE WHITE HILLS .
... highest peaks are visible . The Androscoggin sweeps through the village with a broader bed , and in larger volume , than the Connecticut shows at Lancaster or Littleton . Only an hour's ride from the hotel carries one to 4 THE WHITE HILLS .
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... Village is another . And the same distinction must be awarded to portions of the Androscoggin valley near Gorham , in relation to Mount Adams and Mount Madison . Is it not one of the rich rewards of a 4 * THE FOUR VALLEYS . 7.
... Village is another . And the same distinction must be awarded to portions of the Androscoggin valley near Gorham , in relation to Mount Adams and Mount Madison . Is it not one of the rich rewards of a 4 * THE FOUR VALLEYS . 7.
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... years , this was the only route by which the heart of the hill - country in New Hampshire could be reached . And we question if now , when the cars carry visitors so much more speedily to villages much nearer the 10 THE WHITE HILLS .
... years , this was the only route by which the heart of the hill - country in New Hampshire could be reached . And we question if now , when the cars carry visitors so much more speedily to villages much nearer the 10 THE WHITE HILLS .
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... villages much nearer the two great ranges , so much pleasure and profit are gained from the journey , as when the approach was gradually made along the line of the Sand- wich range to the Saco at Conway ; and when every traveller went ...
... villages much nearer the two great ranges , so much pleasure and profit are gained from the journey , as when the approach was gradually made along the line of the Sand- wich range to the Saco at Conway ; and when every traveller went ...
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Abel Crawford afternoon alpine Androscoggin artist ascend beauty birch blue Campton cascades Centre Harbor charming Chocorua cliffs climbed clouds color Crawford House crest curves dark deep distance dome drive earth Ellis River forest Franconia Glen Gorham granite grass gray green Hampshire height hills hues hundred feet Jefferson Kiarsarge Lafayette lake landscape ledge light lines look 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 peaks Pemigewasset purple rain ravine region ride ridge river road rocks rocky Saco Sandwich range scenery seems seen shadow shores side slopes snow splendor steep stream summer summit sunset sweep tain thou torrents trees valley village visitors walls Washington range White Mountain 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.
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...