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... River Dove , · Washington Irving ,. J. Clare , Gilbert White , W. Wordsworth , J. Ruskin , P. B. Shelley , Gilbert White , 99 O H. W. Longfellow , Sir W. Scott , Gilbert White , W. C. Bryant , Lord Dufferin , H. W. Longfellow , J ...
... River Dove , · Washington Irving ,. J. Clare , Gilbert White , W. Wordsworth , J. Ruskin , P. B. Shelley , Gilbert White , 99 O H. W. Longfellow , Sir W. Scott , Gilbert White , W. C. Bryant , Lord Dufferin , H. W. Longfellow , J ...
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... river cuts its way in a ravine some five or six hundred feet in depth , which winds for leagues between the gentle hills , unthought of , until its edge is approached ; and then suddenly , through the boughs of the firs , the eye ...
... river cuts its way in a ravine some five or six hundred feet in depth , which winds for leagues between the gentle hills , unthought of , until its edge is approached ; and then suddenly , through the boughs of the firs , the eye ...
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... river leans against them , at its turns , into perilous over- hanging , and , on the other shore , at the same spots , leaving little breadths of meadow between them and the water , half overgrown with thicket , deserted in their ...
... river leans against them , at its turns , into perilous over- hanging , and , on the other shore , at the same spots , leaving little breadths of meadow between them and the water , half overgrown with thicket , deserted in their ...
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... rivers . SPRING . GILBERT WHITE . AGAIN the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun , And kindles into fragrance at his blaze ; The streams , rejoiced that winter's work is done , Talk of to - morrow's ...
... rivers . SPRING . GILBERT WHITE . AGAIN the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun , And kindles into fragrance at his blaze ; The streams , rejoiced that winter's work is done , Talk of to - morrow's ...
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... rivers , and in her glorious career looks with contempt upon those high steeples and magnificent palaces which we adore and wonder at ; from which height I can make her to descend by a word from my mouth , which she both knows and obeys ...
... rivers , and in her glorious career looks with contempt upon those high steeples and magnificent palaces which we adore and wonder at ; from which height I can make her to descend by a word from my mouth , which she both knows and obeys ...
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Page 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Page 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Page 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...