The Latchstring to Maine Woods and WatersHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 228 pagina's |
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... beauty and utility , unequaled in any country in the world . That is a long sentence and bears some re- semblance to the habitual exaggeration of an enthusiast . But it will stand analysis . And if you will but come here with eyes open ...
... beauty and utility , unequaled in any country in the world . That is a long sentence and bears some re- semblance to the habitual exaggeration of an enthusiast . But it will stand analysis . And if you will but come here with eyes open ...
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... beauty , never dreaming that it contained health and rest . Go away , and you come back in manhood to find a chain of lakes and forests , not only with health and rest , but with real revenue- producing capital . When we were boys we ...
... beauty , never dreaming that it contained health and rest . Go away , and you come back in manhood to find a chain of lakes and forests , not only with health and rest , but with real revenue- producing capital . When we were boys we ...
Pagina 43
Walter Crane Emerson. A DISAPPEARING RIG " romantic interest , every inlet its history and beauty.
Walter Crane Emerson. A DISAPPEARING RIG " romantic interest , every inlet its history and beauty.
Pagina 45
Walter Crane Emerson. " romantic interest , every inlet its history and beauty . " Here was the western theater of the great Indian wars of colonial Maine , when the hardy pioneer and the wily redman - Ugh ! Why speak of wars - now ...
Walter Crane Emerson. " romantic interest , every inlet its history and beauty . " Here was the western theater of the great Indian wars of colonial Maine , when the hardy pioneer and the wily redman - Ugh ! Why speak of wars - now ...
Pagina 47
... one can motor the coast by land or by sea and miss nothing of its beauty . Then there are two old - fashioned ways - I suppose my gasoline friends would call them primitive- sailing and walking . [ 47 ] Kittery to Sail Rock.
... one can motor the coast by land or by sea and miss nothing of its beauty . Then there are two old - fashioned ways - I suppose my gasoline friends would call them primitive- sailing and walking . [ 47 ] Kittery to Sail Rock.
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Pagina 169 - It is a country full of evergreen trees, of mossy silver birches and watery maples, the ground dotted with insipid, small, red berries, and strewn with damp and moss-grown rocks, — a country diversified with innumerable lakes and rapid streams, peopled with trout...
Pagina 157 - The village stood on a wide plain, and around it rose the mountains. They were green to their tops in summer, and in the winter white through their serried pines and drifting mists, but at every season serious and beautiful, furrowed with hollow shadows, and taking the light on masses and stretches of iron-grey crag.
Pagina 100 - An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'. 'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur, A dogrose blushin' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter. He was six foot o' man, A 1, Clear grit an' human natur' ; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter.
Pagina 170 - ... white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian. Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest, where Nature, though it be mid-winter, is ever in her spring, where the moss-grown and decaying trees are not old, but seem to enjoy a perpetual youth; and blissful, innocent Nature, like a serene infant, is too happy to make a noise, except by a few tinkling, lisping birds and trickling rills? What a place...
Pagina 158 - Behind the black boles of the elms that swept the vista of the street with the fine gray tracery of their boughs, stood the houses, deep-sunken in the accumulating drifts, through which each householder kept a path cut from his doorway to the road, white and clean as if hewn out of marble.
Pagina 136 - Do you know the blackened timber — do you know that racing stream With the raw, right-angled log-jam at the end; And the bar of sun-warmed shingle where a man may bask and dream To the click of shod canoe-poles round the bend? It is there that we are going with our rods and reels and traces, To a silent, smoky Indian that we know — To a couch of new-pulled hemlock with the starlight on our faces, For the Red Gods call us out and we must go ! They must go — go, etc.
Pagina 157 - They were green to their tops in summer, and in winter white through their serried pines and drifting mists, but at every season serious and beautiful, furrowed with hollow shadows, and taking the light on masses and stretches of iron-gray crag. The river swam through the plain in long curves, and slipped away at last through an unseen pass to the southward, tracing a score of miles in its course over a space that measured but three or four. The plain was very fertile, and its features, if few and...
Pagina 159 - Some cross-streets straggled away east and west with the poorer dwellings; but this, that followed the northward and southward reach of the plain, was the main thoroughfare, and had its own impressiveness, with those square white houses which they build so large in northern New England. They were all kept in scrupulous repair, though here and there the frost and thaw of many winters had heaved a fence out of plumb, and threatened the poise of the monumental urns of painted pine on gatepost.
Pagina 170 - Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest, where Nature, though it be mid-winter, is ever in her spring, where the moss-grown and decaying trees are not old, but seem to enjoy a perpetual youth; and blissful, innocent Nature, like a serene infant, is too happy to make a noise, except by a few tinkling, lisping birds and trickling rills ? THOREAU: The Maine Woods.
Pagina 170 - ... and mosquitoes, more formidable than wolves to the white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian. Who shall describe the inexpressible tenderness and immortal life of the grim forest...