 ... it may not lodge some happy creature. The meadow brook undoes its icy fetters with rippling notes, gurgles, and runs free. And all this is wrought in less than two months to the music of nature's orchestra, in the midst of balmy incense. The thousand...  The Normal Child and Primary Education - Стр. 113авторы: Arnold Gesell, Beatrice Chandler Gesell - 1912 - Страниц: 342Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Helen Keller - 1908 - Страниц: 230
...orchestra, in the midst of balmy incense. The thousand soft, voices of the earth have truly found their way to me — the small rustle in tufts of grass,...thought forever, an undying part of happy memories. Between my experiences and the experiences of others there is no gulf of mute space which I may not... | |
 | 1908 - Страниц: 1012
...orchestra, in the midst of balmy incense. The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to me — the small rustle in tufts of grass,...thought forever, an undying part of happy memories. Between my experiences and the experiences of others there is no gulf of mute space which I may not... | |
 | Helen Keller - 1908 - Страниц: 234
...orchestra, in the midst of balmy incense. The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to me —the small rustle in tufts of grass, the...water running over pebbles. Once having been felt, 59 these loved voices rustle, buzz, hum, flutter, and ripple in my thought forever, an undying part... | |
 | George Van Ness Dearborn - 1910 - Страниц: 234
...atom of my body is a vibroscope. ****** The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to me — the small rustle in tufts of grass,...of a bird's wings after his bath, and the slender ripping vibration of water running over pebbles. Once having been felt, these loved voices rustle,... | |
 | Will David Howe - 1912 - Страниц: 328
...midst of balm}'' incense. The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to me—the small rustle in tufts of grass, the silky swish of...bird's wings after his bath, and the slender rippling vibrations of water running over pebbles. Once having been felt, these loved voices rustle, buzz, hum,... | |
 | Arthur Turnbull - 1919 - Страниц: 360
...my mind, constitute my world. . . . " The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to me — the small rustle in tufts of grass,...voices rustle, buzz, hum, flutter, and ripple in my thoughts for ever, an undying part of happy memories. . . . " If a fairy bade me choose between the... | |
 | Charles Ernest Chadsey, Charles Lyle Spain - 1920 - Страниц: 396
...orchestra, in the midst of balmy incense. The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to me- — the small rustle in tufts of grass,...thought forever, an undying part of happy memories. variety and combination, until I am able to surmise what must be the myriad sounds that my senseless... | |
 | 1907 - Страниц: 476
...better this description of the "thousand small voices of the earth" that have found their way to her: "The small rustle in tufts of grass, the silky swish...rippling vibration of water running over pebbles." Again, her account of the "fiendish noises" of man and machinery, beginning with a scene of modern... | |
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