The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryCrosby, Nichols,, 1860 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... mountain , and the hues that flame on the peaks of its lower ridges , and the vigor of its sweep upwards to a sharp crest , are not enough to perfect the artistic finish of the picture , a frame is gracefully 8 THE WHITE HILLS .
... mountain , and the hues that flame on the peaks of its lower ridges , and the vigor of its sweep upwards to a sharp crest , are not enough to perfect the artistic finish of the picture , a frame is gracefully 8 THE WHITE HILLS .
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... crest of Mount Crawford peers - a perpetual monu- ment to the old patriarch of the district , who kept , for years , a small inn for travellers , in this secluded bowl , and drove a team , four in hand , to the Crawford House , when he ...
... crest of Mount Crawford peers - a perpetual monu- ment to the old patriarch of the district , who kept , for years , a small inn for travellers , in this secluded bowl , and drove a team , four in hand , to the Crawford House , when he ...
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... d turret , dome , or battlement , Or seem'd fantastically set With cupola or minaret , Wild crests as pagod ever decked , Or mosque of eastern architect . Nor were these earth - born castles bare , Nor THE FOUR VALLEYS . 23.
... d turret , dome , or battlement , Or seem'd fantastically set With cupola or minaret , Wild crests as pagod ever decked , Or mosque of eastern architect . Nor were these earth - born castles bare , Nor THE FOUR VALLEYS . 23.
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... crests have no rivals in our northern latitude this side the Rocky Mountains , -that the pencilled shadows of their foreground are the deepest gorges which landslides have channelled and torrents have worn in New England , -and that ...
... crests have no rivals in our northern latitude this side the Rocky Mountains , -that the pencilled shadows of their foreground are the deepest gorges which landslides have channelled and torrents have worn in New England , -and that ...
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... crests ; think what patient opulence of creative power wrapped their sides with thickets , that grow out of the mould of pre - adamite moss and fern , and spotted their walls with weather stains in which the tempests of ten thousand ...
... crests ; think what patient opulence of creative power wrapped their sides with thickets , that grow out of the mould of pre - adamite moss and fern , and spotted their walls with weather stains in which the tempests of ten thousand ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 197 - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 182 - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.