The American Monthly Magazine, 1 tomasPeirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... leave gazing on an eye that was , perhaps , like shaded water , or the forehead of a beautiful woman , or the of a young girl , to listen . I cannot boast that my love of music is so strong . I confess there are things I know that are ...
... leave gazing on an eye that was , perhaps , like shaded water , or the forehead of a beautiful woman , or the of a young girl , to listen . I cannot boast that my love of music is so strong . I confess there are things I know that are ...
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... leaves hang motionless in the trees , and no creature has the heart , in that faint sultriness , to utter a sound . The snake sleeps on the rock , and the frog lies breathing in the pool , and even the murmur that is heard at night is ...
... leaves hang motionless in the trees , and no creature has the heart , in that faint sultriness , to utter a sound . The snake sleeps on the rock , and the frog lies breathing in the pool , and even the murmur that is heard at night is ...
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... leaves , at its merest breath , will lift and rustle like a thousand tiny wings , and then it creeps up to the tall fir , and the fine tassels send out a sound like a low whisper , and , as the oak feels its influence , the thick leaves ...
... leaves , at its merest breath , will lift and rustle like a thousand tiny wings , and then it creeps up to the tall fir , and the fine tassels send out a sound like a low whisper , and , as the oak feels its influence , the thick leaves ...
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... leaves stir with its vibrations , and the drops of dew tremble in the cups of the flowers , you could almost believe that there was a Sabbath in nature , and that the dumb works of God rendered visible worship for his goodness . The ...
... leaves stir with its vibrations , and the drops of dew tremble in the cups of the flowers , you could almost believe that there was a Sabbath in nature , and that the dumb works of God rendered visible worship for his goodness . The ...
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... leaves Hung motionless . The cattle on the hills Stood still , and the divided flock were all Laying their nostrils to the cooling roots , And the sky look'd like silver , and it seem'd As if the air had fainted , and the pulse Of ...
... leaves Hung motionless . The cattle on the hills Stood still , and the divided flock were all Laying their nostrils to the cooling roots , And the sky look'd like silver , and it seem'd As if the air had fainted , and the pulse Of ...
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