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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... "
The Family Magazine, Or, General Abstract of Useful Knowledge - الصفحة 58
1843
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Poems by James G. Percival ...

James Gates Percival - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 366
...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 below,...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow; On thy fair bosom, silver lalce ! 0 .' cou!d I ever sweep the oar, 130 BOAT SONG, 22WE rest at...

Poems

James Gates Percival - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...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...

The North American Review, المجلد 16

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 470
...view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the cfista'nt mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon,...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...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...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...

Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ...

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...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. THE LILY. I HAD found out a sweet green spot, Where a lily was blooming fair ; The din of the...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 1022
...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. Dn thy fair bosom, silver lake! ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake,...

The Second Reader, Or Juvenile Companion

John Lauris Blake - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 286
...boatman hies him home. ,^-j How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...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!...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...boatman hies him home. As 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...

The Every Day Book for Youth

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...boatman hies him home. As 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...

Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory Remarks

1834 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...around the dashing oar, How sweef, 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 ! 0 ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning...




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