The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 páginas |
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... forests look rusty ; roughened the slopes of the ridge ; reduced the height of the massive bastions , and chased away their dusky frown . Some hills need rain , or a thick air , to tone down the raggedness of their foreground , and ...
... forests look rusty ; roughened the slopes of the ridge ; reduced the height of the massive bastions , and chased away their dusky frown . Some hills need rain , or a thick air , to tone down the raggedness of their foreground , and ...
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... with the everlasting moan Of forests and of far - off waterfalls , We had looked upward where the summer sky , Tasselled with clouds , light - woven by the sun , Sprung its blue arch above the abutting crags , O'er. THE FOUR VALLEYS . 15.
... with the everlasting moan Of forests and of far - off waterfalls , We had looked upward where the summer sky , Tasselled with clouds , light - woven by the sun , Sprung its blue arch above the abutting crags , O'er. THE FOUR VALLEYS . 15.
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... forests , through vales wide and free , Thy mountain - born brightness glanced down to the sea ! No bridge arched thy waters save that where the trees Stretched their long arms above thee , and kissed in the breeze ; No sound save the ...
... forests , through vales wide and free , Thy mountain - born brightness glanced down to the sea ! No bridge arched thy waters save that where the trees Stretched their long arms above thee , and kissed in the breeze ; No sound save the ...
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... forest piled to heaven , Torn and ploughed by slides ! Far below , the Indian trapping , In the sunshine warm ; Far above , the snow - cloud wrapping Half the peak in storm . O'er us , to the southland heading , Screams the gray wild ...
... forest piled to heaven , Torn and ploughed by slides ! Far below , the Indian trapping , In the sunshine warm ; Far above , the snow - cloud wrapping Half the peak in storm . O'er us , to the southland heading , Screams the gray wild ...
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... forests which have known no other change For ages , than the budding and the fall Of leaves - our valleys lovelier than those Which the old poets sang of - should but figure On the apocryphal chart of speculation As pastures , wood ...
... forests which have known no other change For ages , than the budding and the fall Of leaves - our valleys lovelier than those Which the old poets sang of - should but figure On the apocryphal chart of speculation As pastures , wood ...
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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.