 Up and away for life! be fleet! — The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones, Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense, And hems in life with narrowing fence.  Proceedings: (1879) - Страница 99написао/ла Indiana Horticultural Society. Meeting - 1879Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1867 - 226 страница
...and away for life ! be fleet ! — The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...cloud. Softly, — but this way fate was pointing, 'T was coming fast to such anointing, When piped a tiny voice hard by, Gay and polite, a cheerful cry,... | |
 | 1873 - 860 страница
...and away for life ! be fleet !— The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...life with narrowing fence. Well, in this broad bed He and sleep. The punctual stars will vigil keep, Embalmed by purifying cold. The wind shall sing their... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1871 - 450 страница
...bringer of it, if ever any, confesses, " The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ear, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...the sense, And hems in life with narrowing fence." Winter was literally " the inverted year," as Thomson called him; for such entertainments as could... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1876 - 234 страница
...and away for life ! be fleet ! — The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...cloud. Softly, — but this way fate was pointing, 'T was coming fast to such anointing, When piped a tiny voice hard by, Gay and polite, a cheerful cry,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1876 - 516 страница
...and away for life ! be fleet ! — The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...cloud. Softly, — but this way fate was pointing, 'T was coming fast to such anointing, When piped a tiny voice hard by, Gay and polite, a cheerful cry,... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1876 - 454 страница
...bringer of it, if ever any, confesses, " The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ear, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...the sense, And hems in life with narrowing fence." Winter was literally " the inverted year," as Thomson called him ; for such entertainments as could... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1877 - 278 страница
...and away for life ! be fleet ! — The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones,...will vigil keep ; Embalmed by purifying cold, The wind shall sing their dead-march old ; The snow is no ignoble shroud, The moon thy mourner, and the... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1877 - 276 страница
...ears, my bands are stones, Curdles the blood to tbe marble bones, Tugs at the heart-string, nnmbs tbe sense, And hems in life with narrowing fence. Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep, Tbe punctual stars will vigil keep; Embalmed by purifying cold, Tbe wind shall sing their dcad-march... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1877 - 104 страница
...my fumbling feet, Sings in my ear, my hands are stones, Curdles the blood to the marble bones, Tngs at the heartstrings, numbs the sense, And hems in life with narrowing fence." Winter was literally " the inverted year," as Thomson called him ; for such entertainments as could... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 474 страница
...What goes on four feet, on two feet, and three, But the more feet it goes on the weaker it be ? " 15 Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense, And hems...stars will vigil keep, Embalmed by purifying cold, 20 The winds shall sing their dead-march old, The snow is no ignoble shroud, The moon thy mourner,... | |
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