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... land in showers . We knew it would rain , for the poplars showed The white of their leaves , the amber grain Shrunk in the wind- and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain ! LOST IN THE STORM WILLIAM J. LONG WILLIAM J ...
... land in showers . We knew it would rain , for the poplars showed The white of their leaves , the amber grain Shrunk in the wind- and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain ! LOST IN THE STORM WILLIAM J. LONG WILLIAM J ...
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... land till it rang like iron at the touch , then covering it deep with snow 5 and polishing its mute white face with hoarfrost and hail driven onward by the fierce Arctic gales . An appalling silence rested on plains and mountains . Not ...
... land till it rang like iron at the touch , then covering it deep with snow 5 and polishing its mute white face with hoarfrost and hail driven onward by the fierce Arctic gales . An appalling silence rested on plains and mountains . Not ...
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... land , which I had seen from the other side of the island ; and I was not without some secret wishes that I was on shore 20 there , fancying that I might find some way or other to convey myself farther . But I made no allowance for the ...
... land , which I had seen from the other side of the island ; and I was not without some secret wishes that I was on shore 20 there , fancying that I might find some way or other to convey myself farther . But I made no allowance for the ...
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... land , though it 15 was really more easy for me to guide it over the sea , than over the land to set it afloat in the water . I went to work upon this boat the most like a fool that ever man did , who had any of his senses awake . I ...
... land , though it 15 was really more easy for me to guide it over the sea , than over the land to set it afloat in the water . I went to work upon this boat the most like a fool that ever man did , who had any of his senses awake . I ...
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... head this way and that , he coolly sur- veyed the water and the land , and apparently chose his course so that he might come up where there was the widest expanse of water and at the greatest distance from the 63 THE LOON Henry D Thoreau.
... head this way and that , he coolly sur- veyed the water and the land , and apparently chose his course so that he might come up where there was the widest expanse of water and at the greatest distance from the 63 THE LOON Henry D Thoreau.
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Seite 201 - When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday? •Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.
Seite 235 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings, Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from Heaven with a. dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea...
Seite 138 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Seite 200 - Margaret ! Margaret ! Come dear children, come away down. Call no more. One last look at the white-walled town, And the little grey church on the windy shore, Then come down. She will not come though you call all day. Come away, come away. Children dear, was it yesterday...
Seite 193 - T is enough for us now that the leaves are green ; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Seite 201 - I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little gray church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world — ah me ! And I lose my poor soul, Merman ! here with thee...
Seite 235 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Seite 137 - The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company.
Seite 193 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Seite 234 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.