The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and PoetryI.N. Andrews, 1859 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... visitors may command in the admirable " Thalatta , " edited by Mr. Higginson . One cannot carry a poetic library on a journey among the hills . And the author believes that he has done a service to travellers , and supplied a need that ...
... visitors may command in the admirable " Thalatta , " edited by Mr. Higginson . One cannot carry a poetic library on a journey among the hills . And the author believes that he has done a service to travellers , and supplied a need that ...
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... the only route by which the heart of the hill - country in New Hampshire could be reached . And we question if now , when the cars carry visitors so much more speedily to villages much nearer the 10 THE WHITE HILLS .
... the only route by which the heart of the hill - country in New Hampshire could be reached . And we question if now , when the cars carry visitors so much more speedily to villages much nearer the 10 THE WHITE HILLS .
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Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King. visitors so much more speedily to villages much nearer the two great ranges , so much pleasure and profit are gained from the journey , as when the approach was gradually made along ...
Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry Thomas Starr King. visitors so much more speedily to villages much nearer the two great ranges , so much pleasure and profit are gained from the journey , as when the approach was gradually made along ...
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... visitors to New Hampshire has ever seen either of these views , so easily accessible from Conway . Not one in a thousand , probably , has ever heard of the scene which we last described . Nature cunningly hides 12 THE WHITE HILLS .
... visitors to New Hampshire has ever seen either of these views , so easily accessible from Conway . Not one in a thousand , probably , has ever heard of the scene which we last described . Nature cunningly hides 12 THE WHITE HILLS .
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... visitors who desire to spend several days at least , if not several weeks , in quiet enjoyment of mountain scenery . Why is it that so few persons make provision , in the programme of their tour for waiting two or three days in one spot ...
... visitors who desire to spend several days at least , if not several weeks , in quiet enjoyment of mountain scenery . Why is it that so few persons make provision , in the programme of their tour for waiting two or three days in one spot ...
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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. 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.
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. 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.
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. 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. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 197 - He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me.
Стр. 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...