 At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, Oh I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake. And...  The Every Day Book for Youth - Seite 135von Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 415 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | James Gates Percival - 1821 - 366 Seiten
...north-wind, heave their foamAnd 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 tjoat round the distant mountain's side. At midnight-hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads... | |
 | James Gates Percival - 1823 - 414 Seiten
...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...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. "HOW beautiful is Night!'' A smile is on her brow; Her eyes of dewy light Look out, serenely bright,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1823 - 470 Seiten
...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...And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the cfista'nt mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 Seiten
...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...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 city... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...north-wind, heave their foam. And curl around the flashing oar; As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun. to view Thy golden mirror spreading...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, And... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 Seiten
...wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. ,^-j How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...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!... | |
 | 1834 - 402 Seiten
...pebbly shore, As blows the north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, How sweef, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! 0 ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake, And evening tells us toil is o'er.... | |
 | 1834 - 406 Seiten
...north wind, heave their foam, And eurl around th« dashing oar, As late the boatman hies turn home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she euts, at highest noon, Light elouds, like wreaths of purest snow On thy fair bosom, silver lake I OII... | |
 | 1836 - 496 Seiten
...And curl around the dashing our, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to Tiew Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist...moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cute, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, О... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1839 - 322 Seiten
...north wind, heave their foam And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. 4. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror, spreading...mantling blue, Float round the distant mountain's side. A SYRIAN DESERT. 95 5 At midnight hour, as shines the moon, 0 A sheet of silver spreads below ; And... | |
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