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... leaving the garden , and sitting under the foliaged trellises of the piazza , we see the moon rise over the opposite moun- tains - the ghost of the summer day - drawing the outline of the Warwick vase more delicately in shadow upon the ...
... leaving the garden , and sitting under the foliaged trellises of the piazza , we see the moon rise over the opposite moun- tains - the ghost of the summer day - drawing the outline of the Warwick vase more delicately in shadow upon the ...
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... in my ears , That in those days I heard . " Thus fares it still in our decay , And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away That what it leaves behind . " CATSKILL FALLS III . Catskill Falls . JULY . IID UNIVERSITY.
... in my ears , That in those days I heard . " Thus fares it still in our decay , And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away That what it leaves behind . " CATSKILL FALLS III . Catskill Falls . JULY . IID UNIVERSITY.
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... leave The monstrous ledges there to slope , and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water - smoke , That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou : but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth ...
... leave The monstrous ledges there to slope , and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water - smoke , That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou : but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth ...
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George William Curtis. are limited in time , is very methodical . You leave the hotel and drive in a coach to the bar - room . You " refresh . " You step out upon the balcony , and look into the abyss . The proprietor of the Fall informs ...
George William Curtis. are limited in time , is very methodical . You leave the hotel and drive in a coach to the bar - room . You " refresh . " You step out upon the balcony , and look into the abyss . The proprietor of the Fall informs ...
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... leaves to thrill in the trembling frenzy of the touch of Niagara . It is in the vivid con- trast of the repose of lofty trees and the whirl of a living river - and in the contrast , more singular and subtle , of twinkling , shimmering ...
... leaves to thrill in the trembling frenzy of the touch of Niagara . It is in the vivid con- trast of the repose of lofty trees and the whirl of a living river - and in the contrast , more singular and subtle , of twinkling , shimmering ...
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166 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him...
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, —The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart...
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam. And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand. And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair — A tress o' golden hair, O' drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea?
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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...
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 hadst 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.