 | 1821 - 276 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough ; And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | 1821 - 534 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough; And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | 1832 - 604 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 Seiten
...the feathery snow» And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent • Beneath its bright... | |
 | 1839 - 546 Seiten
...feathery snow, And all wus white. The pure, keen air, abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough/ And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard -, Love-call of bird' nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, A nd 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 318 Seiten
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
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Among them, when the clouds, from their still skirts, Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee, Was not the air of death. 
