The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 páginas |
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... Woods . " There are several points in which this narrative of Jos- selyn's surpasses both the others already given ... wood , " he says , " one stately mountain there is surmounting all the rest , about four score mile from the sea ...
... Woods . " There are several points in which this narrative of Jos- selyn's surpasses both the others already given ... wood , " he says , " one stately mountain there is surmounting all the rest , about four score mile from the sea ...
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... woods - 2 , the bald mossy part - 3 , the part above vegetation . The same appearance has been observed on the Alps , and all other high mountains . I recollect no grass on the plain . The spaces between the rocks in the second zone ...
... woods - 2 , the bald mossy part - 3 , the part above vegetation . The same appearance has been observed on the Alps , and all other high mountains . I recollect no grass on the plain . The spaces between the rocks in the second zone ...
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... woods , " a large stream , which runs down the highest of the White Mountains , falls into Ellis River , and in about the same distance from this , another falls from the same mountain ; the former of these streams is Cutler's River ...
... woods , " a large stream , which runs down the highest of the White Mountains , falls into Ellis River , and in about the same distance from this , another falls from the same mountain ; the former of these streams is Cutler's River ...
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... woods ; and I found it easy , in the company of the late Harrison Crawford , an honest man , and one who knew thoroughly his native hills , to trace again the old way of ascent . In 1819 , Abel Crawford opened the footway to * Account ...
... woods ; and I found it easy , in the company of the late Harrison Crawford , an honest man , and one who knew thoroughly his native hills , to trace again the old way of ascent . In 1819 , Abel Crawford opened the footway to * Account ...
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... woods and hills , penetrated the forest , or climbed the dark steeps ; or an angler ( not a man with a " fishpole " hooking trout , but a hearty admirer of nature and her clear brooks , who catches his dinner for his soul's health as ...
... woods and hills , penetrated the forest , or climbed the dark steeps ; or an angler ( not a man with a " fishpole " hooking trout , but a hearty admirer of nature and her clear brooks , who catches his dinner for his soul's health as ...
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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
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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 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.