Lotos-eating: a Summer BookR. Bentley, 1852 - 192페이지 |
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... mist . Deep in those solemn mountain forests leaped the lightning , and the echo of its wrath- ful roar surged and boomed among the hills and dashed far up the cliffs and dark hemlock slopes , and crashed over the gurgling brooks ...
... mist . Deep in those solemn mountain forests leaped the lightning , and the echo of its wrath- ful roar surged and boomed among the hills and dashed far up the cliffs and dark hemlock slopes , and crashed over the gurgling brooks ...
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... mist blotted out individual outlines , and the whole scene was but an abyss with a silver - grey atmosphere , and the higher line of the river was the horizon , and the stream itself a white gleam or sky beyond . Then the distance and ...
... mist blotted out individual outlines , and the whole scene was but an abyss with a silver - grey atmosphere , and the higher line of the river was the horizon , and the stream itself a white gleam or sky beyond . Then the distance and ...
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... mist , and among these awful mountains , and upon them , spots of fame , poetic and patriotic , each one the home of a thousand traditions , each the melody of myriad house- It was the region of William Tell all hold songs . around me ...
... mist , and among these awful mountains , and upon them , spots of fame , poetic and patriotic , each one the home of a thousand traditions , each the melody of myriad house- It was the region of William Tell all hold songs . around me ...
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... mist so far as to seem most distant - were sharply drawn , purply cold , and rounded with foliage up the sides . Over the summit we went , and down the purple glen , toward the throbbing heart of the Catskill . " And on that morning ...
... mist so far as to seem most distant - were sharply drawn , purply cold , and rounded with foliage up the sides . Over the summit we went , and down the purple glen , toward the throbbing heart of the Catskill . " And on that morning ...
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... mist steamed up into the concave abyss , and clouded it , as if to veil the Fall in its most majestic moment . was of the same character still , but developed into fulness ; and the second Fall , pouring over a crescent of rock ...
... mist steamed up into the concave abyss , and clouded it , as if to veil the Fall in its most majestic moment . was of the same character still , but developed into fulness ; and the second Fall , pouring over a crescent of rock ...
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Alps American American Fall Aspasia beach beauty behold belle breath carriages Cataract Catskill charms cliffs climb clouds cold cool cottages Croesus dance dark delicate dream eyes Fall fancy fashion feel flashing float flowers foam foliage forest garden GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS glide Goat Island golden graceful grandeur green haunt hear heart hills Hudson island Italy Jenny Lind John Bull Lake George landscape light look Lorelei melancholy midnight mind mist moonlight morning Mountain House Nahant natural never Newport Niagara night ocean palace piazza picturesque pleasant plunges poet ravine Rhine river roar rock rocky romance Saratoga scenery shore silence singing society solemn song spot spray steamer stream sublime summer sunset Swansdowne sweet Switzerland thee thou Tom Higgins trees Trenton twilight Undine vague vapours Venice vineyards watch wild wind wonder woods youth
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98 페이지 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
147 페이지 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
81 페이지 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
46 페이지 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
151 페이지 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
151 페이지 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
147 페이지 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
148 페이지 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
148 페이지 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
113 페이지 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.