 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1843 - 528 pagina’s
...mountains lay beyond, with every varying shade that varying distance could give them. The farthest lidges were sowed with light, as if it were resolved into...clear sky, looking almost cold, it looked so pure, nlong the horizon ; but warmed in the region a little higher, wilh the vermilion tints of the softest... | |
 | Orville Dewey - 1844 - 904 pagina’s
...communities might be raised up to the same condition ; and that it appeared to me that it should bo the grand effort of the world now, to raise up this...cold, it looked so pure, along the horizon — but wanned in the region a little higher, with the vermillion tints of the softest sunset. I am persuaded... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 556 pagina’s
...talked of themes far removed from the strife of politics. The village on the opposite side lay in a deep shadow, from which the tower of the church rose...approached in the remotest degree ; it seemed, Mr. Wordsworth said, as if it were ' clothed with air.' Above all was the clear blue sky, looking almost... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 590 pagina’s
...darkness below, to make it visible. The mountain, side had a softness of shadowing upon it, such aa I never saw before, and such as no painting I ever...approached in the remotest degree ; it seemed, Mr. Wordsworth said, as if it were ' clothed with air.' Above all was the clear blue sky, looking almost... | |
 | William Angus Knight - 1889 - 550 pagina’s
...particles and showered down into the darkness below, to make it visible. VOL. IIL Q The mountain-side had a softness of shadowing upon it, such as I never saw before, and such as no painting I ever sawapproached in the remotest degree. It seemed, Mr. Wordsworth said, as if it were ' clothed with... | |
 | Robert Ernest Spiller - 1926 - 470 pagina’s
...the hushed lake, the village on the opposite side in deep shadow, and beyond, the mountain side with "a softness of shadowing upon it, such as I never...approached in the remotest degree. It seemed, Mr. Wordsworth said, as if it were 'clothed with the air.' " The beauty of the scene was enriched by the... | |
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The fading light trembled upon the bosom of the waters, which were here slightly ruffled, and there lay as a mirror to reflect the serenity of heaven. The dark mountains lay beyond, with every varying shade that varying distance could give them. The farthest... 