The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - 403 páginas |
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Página 76
... round the purple peaks remote ; - Round purple peaks It sails and seeks Blue inlets and their crystal creeks , Where high rocks throw Through deeps below , A duplicated golden glow . I heed not , if My rippling skiff Floats swift or ...
... round the purple peaks remote ; - Round purple peaks It sails and seeks Blue inlets and their crystal creeks , Where high rocks throw Through deeps below , A duplicated golden glow . I heed not , if My rippling skiff Floats swift or ...
Página 93
... round upon me glowest , Spring beloved ! With thousandfold love - rapture How through my heart thrills Thy warmth everlasting , Holy and precious , Infinite Nature . Could I but compass thee Within these arms ! Lo ! on thy breast here ...
... round upon me glowest , Spring beloved ! With thousandfold love - rapture How through my heart thrills Thy warmth everlasting , Holy and precious , Infinite Nature . Could I but compass thee Within these arms ! Lo ! on thy breast here ...
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... round them , above which their cones sometimes float , aerial islands in a stagnant sea ; the veils of rain that trail along them ; the crystal snow that makes the light twinkle and dance ; the sombre thunder - heads that invest them ...
... round them , above which their cones sometimes float , aerial islands in a stagnant sea ; the veils of rain that trail along them ; the crystal snow that makes the light twinkle and dance ; the sombre thunder - heads that invest them ...
Página 109
... Round me , o'er me , everywhere , All the sky is grand with clouds , And athwart the evening air Wheel the swallows home in crowds . Shafts of sunshine from the west Paint the dusky windows red ; Darker shadows , deeper rest ...
... Round me , o'er me , everywhere , All the sky is grand with clouds , And athwart the evening air Wheel the swallows home in crowds . Shafts of sunshine from the west Paint the dusky windows red ; Darker shadows , deeper rest ...
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... round globe itself is only the background upon which the human face is chiselled . Each one of us wears more of the Infinite art , —is housed in more of the Infinite beneficence , than is 15 THE PEMIGEWASSET VALLEY . 113.
... round globe itself is only the background upon which the human face is chiselled . Each one of us wears more of the Infinite art , —is housed in more of the Infinite beneficence , than is 15 THE PEMIGEWASSET VALLEY . 113.
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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.