 The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky. Full of light and of deity; Again I...  The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio - Pagina 75door Henry Clapp - 1846 - 208 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 560 pagina’s
...from the woodlands to the cage ; The gay enchantment was undone — A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said : " I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's...games of youth." — As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath... | |
 | Frederick Saunders, Minnie K. Davis - 1899 - 768 pagina’s
...bird from the woodlands to the cage; The gay enchantment was undone — A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, " I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's...curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burs ; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones, acorns lay on... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 452 pagina’s
...from the woodlands to the cage ; The gay enchantment was undone — A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said : " I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's...games of youth." — As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath... | |
 | Charles B. Scott - 1900 - 650 pagina’s
...unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. I leave it behind with the games of youth : " —...violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity... | |
 | Charles B. Scott - 1900 - 658 pagina’s
...unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. I leave it behind with the games of youth :"— As...the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and fiis ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 966 pagina’s
...bird from the woodlands to the cage; The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, " I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's...ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the cliib-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and flrs; Pine-cones and... | |
 | John Scott Clark - 1900 - 886 pagina’s
...what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet ? " — Good-Bve. " Then I said, ' I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's...the games of youth : As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath... | |
 | Frank Townsend Southwick - 1900 - 504 pagina’s
...from the woodlands to the cage; — The gay enchantment was undone,. A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, " I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's...games of youth." — As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club moss burs ; I inhaled the violet's breath;... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 968 pagina’s
...is unripe ehildhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the'games of youth: " As I spoke, beneath TIIV feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running...violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; I'inc-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity;... | |
 | Frank Townsend Southwick - 1900 - 488 pagina’s
...from the woodlands to the cage ; — The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, " I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's...I leave it behind with the games of youth." — As 1 spoke, beneath my feet The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club moss burs... | |
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