The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryI.N. Andrews, 1859 - 403 páginas |
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... ledge , or a slope of ordinary forest at a certain angle . Mantell might unfold from a pebble stone at the foot of Ossipee the history of the globe for a hundred thousand years . And just as these men deal with facts more thoroughly ...
... ledge , or a slope of ordinary forest at a certain angle . Mantell might unfold from a pebble stone at the foot of Ossipee the history of the globe for a hundred thousand years . And just as these men deal with facts more thoroughly ...
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... ledge the poppy hangs in sleep . And then the sunsets of North Conway ! Coleridge asked Mont Blanc if he had " a charm to stay the morning star in his steep course . " It is time for some poet to put the question to those bewitching elm ...
... ledge the poppy hangs in sleep . And then the sunsets of North Conway ! Coleridge asked Mont Blanc if he had " a charm to stay the morning star in his steep course . " It is time for some poet to put the question to those bewitching elm ...
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... Mote Mountain , just in the rear of the lower Ledge . The loose rocks are thrown about in such complete confusion that it strikes the eye , fresh from the finished landscape around the meadows , as a patch of chaos 166 THE WHITE HILLS .
... Mote Mountain , just in the rear of the lower Ledge . The loose rocks are thrown about in such complete confusion that it strikes the eye , fresh from the finished landscape around the meadows , as a patch of chaos 166 THE WHITE HILLS .
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... Ledge is almost perpendicular , and the jagged face of the rock , richly weather - stained , reminds one of the Saguenay Cliffs , which it strongly resembles also in the impression it makes by its soaring gloom . An easy climb of a ...
... Ledge is almost perpendicular , and the jagged face of the rock , richly weather - stained , reminds one of the Saguenay Cliffs , which it strongly resembles also in the impression it makes by its soaring gloom . An easy climb of a ...
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... ledge of the mountain bare . Wherever there was a brook , stones from two to five feet in diameter were rolled down by thousands , in tracks from ten to twenty rods wide , dashing huge hemlocks before them , and leaving no tree nor root ...
... ledge of the mountain bare . Wherever there was a brook , stones from two to five feet in diameter were rolled down by thousands , in tracks from ten to twenty rods wide , dashing huge hemlocks before them , and leaving no tree nor root ...
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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...