The John D. Barrow Art Gallery at Skaneateles, New York: CatalogueThe Association, 1908 - 57 pagina's |
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Appledore Artist Arts Library Barrow Art Gallery Beech Tree breath breeze Bryant Colonel Jenney's Glen deed dream earth East Shore Elms eyes fair GALLERY AT SKANEATELES gift Gloaming glory Golden Set grow hath Head of Otisco Head of Skaneateles hearts Hemlock Island Hemlock Trees John June knew Lake Ontario Lake Placid Lichen little town abode Looking Down Skaneateles mong Mountain-Keene Heights nature's night noon number of pictures o'er October Old Barn Old Lower Barn Onondaga Valley Otisco Lake Outlet painted Pasture Lot peace peaks Pioneers Placid Portrait Ripley Hill Saddleback shade Shore of Lake Shore of Skaneateles Shotwell's Shore silence Skaneateles Lake Glen Skaneateles Library Association Skaneateles Village skies smiled soft Southy stream Study of Trees Sumac Sunset sweet Tender Greens thou Three Mile Point Tongue Mountain tell truth Twilight View West Shore wild winds Winter's Snow Wood Study yellow hair
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Pagina 25 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Pagina 10 - Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, Our ploughs their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April played. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Pagina 16 - I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright. INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD STRANGER, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm To thy sick heart.
Pagina 49 - Than those of age, thy forehead wrapp'd in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way, I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art...
Pagina 42 - There is the barn — and, as of yore, I can smell the hay from the open door, And see the busy swallows throng, And hear the pewee's mournful song; But the stranger comes — oh!
Pagina 50 - We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves ! Oh may you be For ever Mirth's best nursery!
Pagina 25 - Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven.
Pagina 16 - I read each misty mountain sign, I know the voice of wave and pine, And I am yours, and ye are mine. Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, I lapse into the glad release Of nature's own exceeding peace.
Pagina 44 - AY. thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath ! . When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south ! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear...
Pagina 44 - twere a lot too blest For ever in thy colored shades to stray ; Amid the kisses of the soft south-west To rove and dream for aye ; And leave the vain low strife That makes men mad — the tug for wealth and power, The passions and the cares that wither life, And waste its little hour.