The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 páginas |
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... ascend Mount Washington the third day ; and , on the fourth , are driven to Franconia for an equally rapid glimpse of its treasures ; or , perhaps not waiting for that , push on to Littleton for the Connecticut valley cars . A large ...
... ascend Mount Washington the third day ; and , on the fourth , are driven to Franconia for an equally rapid glimpse of its treasures ; or , perhaps not waiting for that , push on to Littleton for the Connecticut valley cars . A large ...
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... ascend step from one stone to another , as if you were going up a pair of stairs , but winding still about the Hill till you come to the top , which will require half a days time , and yet it is not above a Mile , where there is also a ...
... ascend step from one stone to another , as if you were going up a pair of stairs , but winding still about the Hill till you come to the top , which will require half a days time , and yet it is not above a Mile , where there is also a ...
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... of our knowledge of the planet . What do we know of the four thousand miles radius of the earth ? What do we know of the air above the highest mountain tops ? It grows rarer as we ascend ; and but a few 13 THE PEMIGEWASSET VALLEY . 97.
... of our knowledge of the planet . What do we know of the four thousand miles radius of the earth ? What do we know of the air above the highest mountain tops ? It grows rarer as we ascend ; and but a few 13 THE PEMIGEWASSET VALLEY . 97.
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Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King. grows rarer as we ascend ; and but a few miles above the highest of the Himalayas , no doubt , there is blackness of darkness , except to an eye that should turn directly to the sun ...
Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King. grows rarer as we ascend ; and but a few miles above the highest of the Himalayas , no doubt , there is blackness of darkness , except to an eye that should turn directly to the sun ...
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... ascend or descend their ravines , altering both the temperature and nature of the air as it passes , in a thousand different ways ; moistening it with the spray of their water- falls , sucking it down and beating it hither and thither ...
... ascend or descend their ravines , altering both the temperature and nature of the air as it passes , in a thousand different ways ; moistening it with the spray of their water- falls , sucking it down and beating it hither and thither ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 289 - 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.
Página 89 - 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...
Página 168 - 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.
Página 396 - 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...
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 forever.
Página 197 - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
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 170 - 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.
Página 89 - 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 182 - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.