This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 Excerpt: ... of her slender body in the pool. And here a myriad creatures built and toiled At their incessant masonery. I heard The meadows drinking in the wet; the sod Supping the generous sunshine; now forgot The sea-tides burdened with careering fleets, The land-tides pouring o'er the thundering pave, And the tumultous clangor ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 Excerpt: ... of her slender body in the pool. And here a myriad creatures built and toiled At their incessant masonery. I heard The meadows drinking in the wet; the sod Supping the generous sunshine; now forgot The sea-tides burdened with careering fleets, The land-tides pouring o'er the thundering pave, And the tumultous clangor of the bells In smoke-wreathed steeple and tower. Sweeter I found In solitude, the deep and tranquil stream Of Autumn, broken on her golden fields By zephyr hissing through the hedge; the sigh Of airy waterfalls, as in the wood The plaintive robin's tender tremolo, Look up, my heart, unto the heights! look up Beyond the frosty hills, through torrent and wood, On to the wind swept highland, with its bed Of diamond-powered snow; my good steed cast The solid snow-seals from his heavy hoofs, 'Till all the sparkling plain was struck across With stained and dingy crescents. So we toiled; Now through the clustering groves' white-cushioned boughs, And now through openings and anon between The tall unbending columns that impale The architectural forests There no lack Of the imploring cries that startle us--The jay-bird's shrill alarms, and many notes Untraceable to any tongue whatever, Heaven-born and brief. Sometimes we faintly heard The wee ground squirrel's whistle, sharp and clear; Sometimes the drum of pheasant; or the boom Of the woodpecker, raining rapid blows Upon the hollow tree. Anon we sank Into the awful canons, where the brook Hissed between icy fangs that cased the shore, Slim, lank and pallid blue. There we beheld The flower-like track of the coyote, near The fairy tracery where the squirrel skipped Graceful and shy; yet farther along we saw The small divided hollows where the doe Dropped her light foot and lifted it away; And then the p...
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