Lotus-eating: a Summer BookR. Bentley, 1852 - 192 Seiten |
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... feet , and the clouds anoint the heads , of regal hills . The Danube has , in parts , glimpses of such grandeur . The Elbe has some- times such delicately penciled effects . But no European river is so lordly in its bearing ; none flows ...
... feet , and the clouds anoint the heads , of regal hills . The Danube has , in parts , glimpses of such grandeur . The Elbe has some- times such delicately penciled effects . But no European river is so lordly in its bearing ; none flows ...
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... , and as we ascended , the air became more invigo- rating with the great height and the coolness of the shower . Two hours before sunset we stood upon the plateau before the Mountain House , 2,800 feet above the 26 LOTOS - EATING .
... , and as we ascended , the air became more invigo- rating with the great height and the coolness of the shower . Two hours before sunset we stood upon the plateau before the Mountain House , 2,800 feet above the 26 LOTOS - EATING .
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... feet when you are there , to an unconfined horizon at the north and south , and easterly to the Berkshire hills . Through this expanse lies the Hudson , not very sinuous , but a line of light dividing the plain . Through the vaporous ...
... feet when you are there , to an unconfined horizon at the north and south , and easterly to the Berkshire hills . Through this expanse lies the Hudson , not very sinuous , but a line of light dividing the plain . Through the vaporous ...
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... feet above him and are still shaggy with forest . He draws a long breath over the spacious plain , but he feels the want of that true mountain sublimity , the presence of lonely snow - peaks . And as we always require in scenery of a ...
... feet above him and are still shaggy with forest . He draws a long breath over the spacious plain , but he feels the want of that true mountain sublimity , the presence of lonely snow - peaks . And as we always require in scenery of a ...
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... " refresh . " You step out upon the balcony , and look into the abyss . The proprietor of the Fall informs you that the lower one is eighty feet high . You laugh incredulously he smiles in return the smile of a mens CATSKILL FALLS . 39.
... " refresh . " You step out upon the balcony , and look into the abyss . The proprietor of the Fall informs you that the lower one is eighty feet high . You laugh incredulously he smiles in return the smile of a mens CATSKILL FALLS . 39.
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Alps American American Fall beach beauty behold breath carriages Cataract Catskill charms cliffs climb clouds cool cottages Croesus dance dark delicate dream eyes Fall fancy fashion feel flashing floated flowers foam foliage garden GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS glide Goat Island golden graceful grandeur green haunt hear heart hills Hudson island Italy Jenny Lind 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 remember Rhine RICHARD BENTLEY river roar rocks rocky romance Saratoga scenery scorn scudding shore silence singing society song spot spray steamer storm stream sublime summer sunset surf 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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Seite 94 - 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, —...
Seite 141 - 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...
Seite 77 - 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...
Seite 42 - 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.
Seite 145 - 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.
Seite 145 - 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.
Seite 141 - 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.
Seite 142 - 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...
Seite 142 - 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.
Seite 109 - 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.