The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 páginas |
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... perhaps , combines so many elements of a fascinating mountain - landscape . THE SACO VALLEY . By the Saco valley the tourist is led to the extreme westerly base of the Mount Washington range , as by the Androscoggin valley he reaches ...
... perhaps , combines so many elements of a fascinating mountain - landscape . THE SACO VALLEY . By the Saco valley the tourist is led to the extreme westerly base of the Mount Washington range , as by the Androscoggin valley he reaches ...
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... perhaps not waiting for that , push on to Littleton for the Connecticut valley cars . A large proportion of the summer travellers in New Hampshire bolt the scenery , as a man , driven by work , bolts his dinner at a restaurant ...
... perhaps not waiting for that , push on to Littleton for the Connecticut valley cars . A large proportion of the summer travellers in New Hampshire bolt the scenery , as a man , driven by work , bolts his dinner at a restaurant ...
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... Perhaps there is rain ; or vapors are heavily folded over the great ridges ; or there is inces- sant sunshine , without any clouds to give relief to the eyes and ex- pression to the hills ; or a slaty and chilly sky spreads a mournful ...
... Perhaps there is rain ; or vapors are heavily folded over the great ridges ; or there is inces- sant sunshine , without any clouds to give relief to the eyes and ex- pression to the hills ; or a slaty and chilly sky spreads a mournful ...
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... perhaps the south wind fills the air with dusty gold , and makes each segment of a district that was prosaic enough a week before , seem a sweet fraction of Italy . Possibly , it tries its hand at mists . Then what mischief and frolic ...
... perhaps the south wind fills the air with dusty gold , and makes each segment of a district that was prosaic enough a week before , seem a sweet fraction of Italy . Possibly , it tries its hand at mists . Then what mischief and frolic ...
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... perhaps , the clouds are busily dropping fantastic shawls of shadow ! In this part of its course , the river is scarcely less free than it was in the days which Whittier alludes to , in his noble apos- trophe to the Merrimack : - Oh ...
... perhaps , the clouds are busily dropping fantastic shawls of shadow ! In this part of its course , the river is scarcely less free than it was in the days which Whittier alludes to , in his noble apos- trophe to the Merrimack : - Oh ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abel Crawford afternoon alpine Androscoggin artist ascend beauty birch blue Campton cascades charming Chocorua cliffs climbing clouds color Crawford House crest curves dark deep drive earth Ellis River fall forest Franconia Giant's Grave Glen Gorham grace granite grass gray green Hampshire height hills hues hundred feet Jefferson Kiarsarge Lafayette lake landscape ledge light lines look lower meadows miles mists Moriah 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 seemed seen shadow shores side slopes snow splendor spot steep stream summer summit sunset sweeping tain thou torrents trees valley village visitors walls White Mountain whole wild wilderness wind Winnipiseogee woods
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Página 88 - 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...
Página 171 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 168 - Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.
Página 58 - 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.
Página 168 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, 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...
Página 150 - To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air: So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial...
Página 89 - And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace...
Página 182 - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.
Página 161 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Página 171 - 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 for ever.