 | James Gates Percival - 1821 - 366 páginas
...wide, And see the mist of mantling blue tjoat round the distant mountain's side. At midnight-hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below,...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow; On thy fair bosom, silver lalce ! 0 .' cou!d I ever sweep the oar, 130 BOAT SONG, 22WE rest at... | |
 | James Gates Percival - 1823 - 418 páginas
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! O ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1823 - 470 páginas
...view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the cfista'nt mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon,...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! O ! could I ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | 1829 - 436 páginas
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! O ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 páginas
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. THE LILY. I HAD found out a sweet green spot, Where a lily was blooming fair ; The din of the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun. to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. Dn thy fair bosom, silver lake! ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake,... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 páginas
...boatman hies him home. ,^-j How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cutg at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake! O!... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 440 páginas
...boatman hies him home. As sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror, spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue, Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! O ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 432 páginas
...boatman hies him home. As sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror, spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue, Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! O ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | 1834 - 402 páginas
...around the dashing oar, How sweef, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! 0 ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
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As blows the north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side... 
