The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryI.N. Andrews, 1859 - 403 páginas |
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... colors on the rocks , the varied grouping of the trees , and quantity of noble incidents in stream , crag , or cloud ... color , perfectness of form , endlessness of change , wonderfulness of structure , are precious to all undiseased ...
... colors on the rocks , the varied grouping of the trees , and quantity of noble incidents in stream , crag , or cloud ... color , perfectness of form , endlessness of change , wonderfulness of structure , are precious to all undiseased ...
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... color , that are hung by the Creator around and above the hills . THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY . The quickest access to the White Mountain range itself is gained by the valley of the Androscoggin . This noble river flows by the extreme ...
... color , that are hung by the Creator around and above the hills . THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY . The quickest access to the White Mountain range itself is gained by the valley of the Androscoggin . This noble river flows by the extreme ...
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... color daily laid , By the sun in light and shade . And then a week may be given , in which , to those who can stay ... colors , their cloaks of azure and caps of gold , their laces and velvets , and their iris - scarfs . One day it will ...
... color daily laid , By the sun in light and shade . And then a week may be given , in which , to those who can stay ... colors , their cloaks of azure and caps of gold , their laces and velvets , and their iris - scarfs . One day it will ...
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... color on the meadows and cultivated uplands , that lie within the wide circle of larger mountain guards , as New Hampshire can supply . A ride of eight miles to the village of Jefferson , where the road from Gorham unites with the ...
... color on the meadows and cultivated uplands , that lie within the wide circle of larger mountain guards , as New Hampshire can supply . A ride of eight miles to the village of Jefferson , where the road from Gorham unites with the ...
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... color of romance . Perhaps there is at first a faint breeze , just enough to fret the water , and roughen or mezzotint the reflections of the shores . But as we shoot out into the breadth of the lake , and take in the wide scene , there ...
... color of romance . Perhaps there is at first a faint breeze , just enough to fret the water , and roughen or mezzotint the reflections of the shores . But as we shoot out into the breadth of the lake , and take in the wide scene , there ...
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The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King Sin vista previa disponible - 2019 |
The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King Sin vista previa disponible - 2019 |
Términos y frases comunes
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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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 6 - 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.
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 23 - 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.
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 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 168 - 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...
Página 212 - 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.
Página 197 - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
Página 88 - 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...