...faces the intruder with his sharp, pointed teeth. THE SNOW-SHOWER. BY WILLIAM CULLBN BBTANT. • STAND here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below...wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake, They pink in the dark and silent lake. See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that...

...House ' of that ilk, toward which we sent a blessing on a day-beam of purest light : KÍ» Snofo STAND here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below...after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake. Sec how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty veil. Some hover awhile in...

...House ' of that ilk, toward which we sent a blessing on a day-beam of purest light : Cl>e Snofa STAND here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below...The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark ana silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ;...

...below thy gentle eyes ; The clouds han? over it. heavy and gray, And dark and silent the wafer lie« : And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake, They «ink in the dark and filent lake. ' See how in a living ewarm they come From the chambers beyond that...

...ring with music, All the trees are dark with foliage. HW LONGFELLOW. 117. THE SNOW-SHOWEB. 1. OTAND here by my side and turn, I pray, ^ On the lake below...gentle eyes ; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, In waving flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake. 2. See how...

...is also more complexity, more of the romantic. LXXIIL— THE SNOW-SHOWER. WILLIAM C. BRYANT. Stand here by my side, and turn, I pray. On the lake below,...wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake, 2. See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty veil. Some hover awhile...

...more of the romantic. LXXIII.— THE SNOW-SHOWER. WILLIAM C. BRYANT. / 1. Stand here by my side,and turn, I pray, On the lake below, thy gentle eyes ;...heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies j And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake, They...

...also more complexity, more of the romantic. LXXIII.—THE SNOW-SHOWER. WILLIAM C. BRYANT. 1. Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below, thy gentleeyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, 2. See how in a living swarm they come From the...

...and it is genial. The suggestions of the hour — are of winter; but they do not chill. '• Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below...the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake afier flake They sink in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings they glide From their...

...winter; and it is genial. The suggestions of the hour — are of winter; but they do not chill. " Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below...out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes besjins to flow ; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings...