 | 1886 - 524 pàgines
...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 ! At midnight hour, as shines tha moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrop - 1888 - 712 pàgines
...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...spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Like clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O, could I ever sweep the... | |
 | Edward Conant - 1887 - 164 pàgines
...mirror, spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side ! (5) At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. (6) On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1888 - 566 pàgines
...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 wake,... | |
 | 1898 - 344 pàgines
...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 break,... | |
 | Charles Noble - 1898 - 460 pàgines
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, 15 And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, 20 Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! O. I could ever sweep... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 pàgines
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see ople, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful...the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphe snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, Oh I could ever sweep the oar, — When early birds at morning... | |
 | 1901 - 660 pàgines
...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 ! Oh 1 1 could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1901 - 388 pàgines
...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...spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O ! I could ever sweep the oar, — When early birds at morning wake,... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1903 - 542 pàgines
...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 ! Oh ! 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... 
