A Winter Wreath of Summer FlowersD. Appleton, 1861 - 320 pagina's Collection of verse and prose. |
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Winter Wreath of Summer Flowers (Classic Reprint) Samuel Griswold Goodrich Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2017 |
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Allan Cunningham Antoine Lambert Bagdat beautiful better bird bosom calif Camilla Celestine Cerigo chamois Charlemagne charming child Church Clorinda clouds Constantinople cousin dark dear diamond dreadful dress earth eyes fancy fashionable father feelings Finnikin fisherman's daughter flowers friends gazed Geraldine girls gold Grace Grant hand happy heart Heaven Helen holy Ionian Sea Kamelina Kapsali lake Lapanti Larissa light living look Lucrece Lucy maiden Mainville Mamoun Mariazell mind Monk's Mound morning Moroz mother Mount Blanc mountains Naomie nature never New-York night o'er pain parrot passed Paul Leonard pleasure pray religion reply returned rich Rosaire rose Saint-Nicolo scene seemed Selden Sister Kusanki soon soul speak stone story stranger Swan's Nest tears tell thee Theodore things thou thought tion to-morrow took Venice village voice vows wonder words young ladies youth Zante Zoraide
Populaire passages
Pagina 97 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Pagina 96 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Pagina 97 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Pagina 103 - What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show...
Pagina 99 - And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken. Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid...
Pagina 102 - With head upraised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Pagina 102 - But scarce again his horn he wound, When lo ! forth starting at the sound From underneath an aged oak, That slanted from the islet rock, A damsel guider of its way, A little skiff shot to the bay...
Pagina 97 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Pagina 95 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Pagina 92 - WHO first beholds those everlasting clouds, Seed-time and harvest, morning, noon and night, Still where they were, steadfast, immovable ; ' Who first beholds the Alps — that mighty chain Of Mountains, stretching on from east to west, So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, As to belong rather to Heaven than Earth — But instantly receives into his soul A sense, a feeling that he loses not, A something that informs him 'tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and for ever...