The Sparrowgrass Papers: Or, Living in the CountryDerby & Jackson, 1856 - Всего страниц: 328 |
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... leaves , in shadow and sunshine , in moonlight and starlight , in rain , mist , dew , hoar - frost , and drouth , out in the open campaign , and under the blue dome that is bounded by the horizon only . It is a good thing to have a well ...
... leaves , in shadow and sunshine , in moonlight and starlight , in rain , mist , dew , hoar - frost , and drouth , out in the open campaign , and under the blue dome that is bounded by the horizon only . It is a good thing to have a well ...
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... leaves with its passionate effluence , it trills through the upper branches - and then dripping down the listening foliage , in a cadenza of match- less beauty , subsides into silence again . " That's a he cat - bird , " says my ...
... leaves with its passionate effluence , it trills through the upper branches - and then dripping down the listening foliage , in a cadenza of match- less beauty , subsides into silence again . " That's a he cat - bird , " says my ...
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... leaves as an exploded sky - rocket . " Yes , sir . " " Well , Bates , that red - and - white cow of yours , yonder , ate the top off that tree : I saw her do it . " Then I thought I had made Bates ashamed of himself , and had wounded ...
... leaves as an exploded sky - rocket . " Yes , sir . " " Well , Bates , that red - and - white cow of yours , yonder , ate the top off that tree : I saw her do it . " Then I thought I had made Bates ashamed of himself , and had wounded ...
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... leaf , and do not open it until Sirius is in the noon - day sky . We begin to enjoy the clouds since we have moved out of town . The city sky is all strips and patches ; but the sky of the country forms a very comfortable whole . Then ...
... leaf , and do not open it until Sirius is in the noon - day sky . We begin to enjoy the clouds since we have moved out of town . The city sky is all strips and patches ; but the sky of the country forms a very comfortable whole . Then ...
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... leaf twinkled ; the flat expanse of the river was without a ripple . We saw the con- glomerated volumes of snow - white vapor ascending to the zenith , and below lay the Hudson , roughening in the now audibly approaching breeze . Mean ...
... leaf twinkled ; the flat expanse of the river was without a ripple . We saw the con- glomerated volumes of snow - white vapor ascending to the zenith , and below lay the Hudson , roughening in the now audibly approaching breeze . Mean ...
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Adolphus Algonquin asked Augusta beautiful bill of lading birds Bloomingdale blue boat Broome county cantelopes Captain Belgrave Captain Davis Carrier Pigeon charming clouds dear door dress dumb waiter eyes face feel feet fresh friends fyke garden grass hand head hear heard heart Honiton horse Iroquois keep lady Lasciver legs living look maize Mewker mind morning neighbor Nepperhan never night Oakery old Dockweed once packet ship Palisades pleasant pond pretty Quaker rain replied ride river road rocks rose rowgrass Santa Claus SEBA SMITH seemed shore side sing smile snow Spar Sparrow Sparrowgrass Spec and Shat stable stone stood story Sumach summer sweet tell thing thought told took town trees turned Ultramarine village wagon walked wigwams window winter wonderful Yonkers young
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Стр. 83 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Стр. 35 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 67 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Стр. 38 - But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Стр. 246 - To one who has been long in city pent, "Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,— to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
Стр. 59 - Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood ! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love, and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even, With sunset and its gorgeous ministers, And solemn midnight's tingling silentness ; If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood, And winter robing with pure snow and crowns Of starry ice the grey grass and bare boughs...
Стр. 141 - I was pleased with the exploit, but after a few minutes was seized with horror, as having in a sportive way killed an innocent creature while she was careful for her young. I beheld her lying dead and thought those young ones for which she was so careful must now perish for want of their dam to nourish them...
Стр. 102 - Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee...
Стр. 197 - LORD, how manifold are thy works: in wisdom hast thou made them all ; the earth is full of thy riches.
Стр. 102 - The hard condition, but that she would loose The people; therefore, as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing, but that all Should keep within, door shut, and window barr'd. Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, The grim Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud.