Lotus-eating: a Summer BookHarper & Brothers, 1852 - 206 Seiten |
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... cold word is " beautiful " to express the ecstasy which , in some choice moments of midsummer , suddenly overwhelms your mind , like an unexpected and exquisite thought . I found a few late spring - flowers this morning , upon the lawn ...
... cold word is " beautiful " to express the ecstasy which , in some choice moments of midsummer , suddenly overwhelms your mind , like an unexpected and exquisite thought . I found a few late spring - flowers this morning , upon the lawn ...
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... cold before the storm . No longer a wall , but a swiftly advancing and de- vastating power , the storm threw up pile upon pile of jagged blackness into the clear , tender blue of the afternoon , and there was a wail in the hurried gusts ...
... cold before the storm . No longer a wall , but a swiftly advancing and de- vastating power , the storm threw up pile upon pile of jagged blackness into the clear , tender blue of the afternoon , and there was a wail in the hurried gusts ...
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... still toward the inner valleys , for the slope toward the river yet stood in cold , dark , purple distinctness . The breeze was cool and strong as we landed at B * Catskill . We were huddled ashore rapidly , the board. CATSKILL .
... still toward the inner valleys , for the slope toward the river yet stood in cold , dark , purple distinctness . The breeze was cool and strong as we landed at B * Catskill . We were huddled ashore rapidly , the board. CATSKILL .
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... cold and very wet . Then the showers swept along a little , and we threw up the curtains and breathed fresh air , and about three miles from the Mountain House , where the steep ascent commences , Olde and 34 LOTUS - EATING .
... cold and very wet . Then the showers swept along a little , and we threw up the curtains and breathed fresh air , and about three miles from the Mountain House , where the steep ascent commences , Olde and 34 LOTUS - EATING .
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... cold in the moonlight , my heart stood still as I felt that those awful peaks and I were alone in the solemn solitude . Then I felt the significance of Switzerland , and knew the sublimity of mountains . And do you remember , said Olde ...
... cold in the moonlight , my heart stood still as I felt that those awful peaks and I were alone in the solemn solitude . Then I felt the significance of Switzerland , and knew the sublimity of mountains . And do you remember , said Olde ...
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Alps American American Fall beach beauty breath carriages Cataract Catskill charm cliffs climb clouds cold cool cottages Croesus dance dark delicate dream fair fall fancy fashion feel flashing float flowers foam foliage forest garden GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS glide Goat Island golden graceful grandeur green Gulf Stream haunt hear heart hills Hudson Island Jenny Lind Lake George landscape lawn light look melancholy midnight mind mist moonlight morning Mountain House Nahant natural never Newport Niagara night ocean palace piazza picturesque pleasant plunges poet ravine REESE LIBRARY Rhine river roar rock rocky romance Saratoga scenery shore silence singing society soft song splendor spot spray steamer stream sublime summer sunset Swansdowne sweet Switzerland thee thou Tom Higgins trees Trenton Undine UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA vague vapors Venice vineyards watch wild wind wonder woods youth
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Seite 166 - 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.
Seite 93 - 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 159 - 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?
Seite 47 - 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...
Seite 165 - 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 198 - 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...
Seite 201 - 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?
Seite 161 - 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 161 - ... 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...
Seite 110 - 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.