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... robin and the reed - bird pipe it from the meadows , the ring - dove will coo it from the dewy depths of the woods , and the mountain eagle scream it to the stars . 2 James K. Paulding . To PAULDING . those critics , AUDUBON . 17.
... robin and the reed - bird pipe it from the meadows , the ring - dove will coo it from the dewy depths of the woods , and the mountain eagle scream it to the stars . 2 James K. Paulding . To PAULDING . those critics , AUDUBON . 17.
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... meadows covered with luxuriant grain that waves gracefully in the breeze , emerald with turf , dark with copses , or alive with tas- selled maize , alternate with clumps of forest - trees or cheer- ful orchards ; over this scene of ...
... meadows covered with luxuriant grain that waves gracefully in the breeze , emerald with turf , dark with copses , or alive with tas- selled maize , alternate with clumps of forest - trees or cheer- ful orchards ; over this scene of ...
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... meadow and groups of noble trees , in the highest state of order and fertility , transport us in fancy to the rural life of England . The last great feature of this matchless panorama is the Kaatskill Mountains rising in their misty ...
... meadow and groups of noble trees , in the highest state of order and fertility , transport us in fancy to the rural life of England . The last great feature of this matchless panorama is the Kaatskill Mountains rising in their misty ...
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... meadows , watered by the River of Pines . That river is not classic Thames , and no grotesque Strawberry Hill nor historic Hampden Court , no Pope's Villa at Twicken- ham nor stately Bushy Park , tell tales to the musing eye of the ...
... meadows , watered by the River of Pines . That river is not classic Thames , and no grotesque Strawberry Hill nor historic Hampden Court , no Pope's Villa at Twicken- ham nor stately Bushy Park , tell tales to the musing eye of the ...
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... meadows , watered by the River of Pines . That river is not classic Thames , and no grotesque Strawberry Hill nor historic Hampden Court , no Pope's Villa at Twicken- ham nor stately Bushy Park , tell tales to the musing eye of the ...
... meadows , watered by the River of Pines . That river is not classic Thames , and no grotesque Strawberry Hill nor historic Hampden Court , no Pope's Villa at Twicken- ham nor stately Bushy Park , tell tales to the musing eye of the ...
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Страница 96 - Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Страница 325 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Страница 214 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Страница 335 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Страница 213 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
Страница 335 - A-raspin' on the scraper, — All ways to once her feelins flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat Some doubtfle o' the sekle, His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle.
Страница 237 - Once, ah, once, within these walls, One whom memory oft recalls, The Father of his Country, dwelt. And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt. Up and down these echoing stairs, Heavy with the weight of cares, Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes, within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.
Страница 265 - Now came hints, growing more and more distinct, that the owner of the old house was pining for his native air.
Страница 32 - What! Irving ? thrice welcome, warm heart and fine brain, You bring back the happiest spirit from Spain, And the gravest sweet humor, that ever were there Since Cervantes met death in his gentle despair ; Nay don't be embarrassed, nor look so beseeching, —- I...
Страница 214 - ... and probation. We penetrate bodily this incredible beauty: we dip our hands in this painted element: our eyes are bathed in these lights and forms.