PoemsChapman brothers, 1847 - 199 psl. |
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... mountain dales impart ; It seemed that nature could not raise A plant in any secret place , In quaking bog , on snowy hill , Beneath the grass that shades the rill , Under the snow , between the rocks , In damp fields known to bird and ...
... mountain dales impart ; It seemed that nature could not raise A plant in any secret place , In quaking bog , on snowy hill , Beneath the grass that shades the rill , Under the snow , between the rocks , In damp fields known to bird and ...
57 psl.
... cloven rock , And my manure the snow , And drifting sand heaps feed my stock , In summer's scorching glow . Ancient or curious , Who knoweth aught of us ? Old as Jove , Old as Love , Who of me Tells the pedigree ? Only the mountains D 3.
... cloven rock , And my manure the snow , And drifting sand heaps feed my stock , In summer's scorching glow . Ancient or curious , Who knoweth aught of us ? Old as Jove , Old as Love , Who of me Tells the pedigree ? Only the mountains D 3.
58 psl.
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Who of me Tells the pedigree ? Only the mountains old , Only the waters cold , Only moon and star My coevals are . Ere the first fowl sung My relenting boughs among , Ere Adam wived , Ere Adam lived , Ere the duck ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Who of me Tells the pedigree ? Only the mountains old , Only the waters cold , Only moon and star My coevals are . Ere the first fowl sung My relenting boughs among , Ere Adam wived , Ere Adam lived , Ere the duck ...
62 psl.
... mountain sap , the shells , the sea , All spheres , all stones , his helpers be ; He shall never be old , Nor his fate shall be foretold ; He shall see the speeding year , Without wailing , without fear ; He shall be happy in his love ...
... mountain sap , the shells , the sea , All spheres , all stones , his helpers be ; He shall never be old , Nor his fate shall be foretold ; He shall see the speeding year , Without wailing , without fear ; He shall be happy in his love ...
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... Mountain speech to Highlanders , Ocean tongues to islanders , To Fin , and Lap , and swart Malay , To each his bosom secret say . Come learn with me the fatal song Which knits the world in music strong , Whereto every bosom dances ...
... Mountain speech to Highlanders , Ocean tongues to islanders , To Fin , and Lap , and swart Malay , To each his bosom secret say . Come learn with me the fatal song Which knits the world in music strong , Whereto every bosom dances ...
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