 | 1873 - 744 psl.
...Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and te Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. is formed by 7$y freezing of vapour, ' i*3/ the temperature of tl atmosphere sinks below a cert* degree... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 310 psl.
...like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a ssam ! SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of...confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded ; This is the secret of despair,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 260 psl.
...be one again , And without a seam! SNOW-FLAKES. ODT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud- folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and...confession , The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; This is the secret of despair,... | |
 | 1863 - 1046 psl.
...is in a well-known vein : — и SNOW FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the air, Ont of the cloud-fold's of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-field forsaken, _, . ¡ Silent and soft and slow, Descends the snow. ! . - n Even as our clond-fancies... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 254 psl.
...like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES. 00T of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of...confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded ; This is the secret of despair,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 psl.
...like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES. Our of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of...confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded ; This is the secret of despair,... | |
 | 1864 - 382 psl.
...is Snow-Flakes. Who does not feel, and yet, who could have expressed the truth of the lines : — " Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white...confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels." But the rippling music of the snow-flakes chases away sad thoughts, and we rejoice in the voiceless,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 psl.
...hosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, )ver the woodlands hrown and hare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken. Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. £ven as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, £vcn as the trouhled heart... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 710 psl.
...like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam t SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of...confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded ; This is the secret of despair,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 482 psl.
...like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of...divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make lu the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem... | |
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OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine... 
