 | 1904 - 1014 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,... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 pàgines
...wind, heave their foam, 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 wake,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1910 - 720 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...cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of puresl snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake! Oh ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | Frank Honywell Fenno - 1912 - 348 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... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer - 1917 - 816 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 wake,... | |
 | Milo Milton Quaife, Joseph Schafer, Edward Porter Alexander - 1924 - 550 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 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...the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift site cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 pàgines
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see -sand snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, 0, I could ever sweep the oar, "When early birds at morning wake,... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 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... | |
 | 1823 - 474 pàgines
...of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And sec the mist of mantling blue Float round tho distant mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines...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... | |
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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... 
