 | James Gates Percival - 1821 - 366 sayfa
...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,...wreaths of purest snow; On thy fair bosom, silver lalce ! 0 .' cou!d I ever sweep the oar, 130 BOAT SONG, 22WE rest at Peter's point to night — Rlow... | |
 | James Gates Percival - 1823 - 414 sayfa
...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...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 sayfa
...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 cfista'nt mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 sayfa
...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...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... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 sayfa
...around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. ,^-j How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of...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 sayfa
...north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, How sweef, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of...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 sayfa
...around th« dashing oar, As late the boatman hies turn home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of...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 sayfa
...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 of...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 sayfa
...around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. 4. 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. A SYRIAN DESERT. 95 5 At midnight hour, as shines the moon, 0 A sheet of silver spreads below ; And... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 sayfa
...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...of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O ! 1 could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake, And evening tells us toil is o'er.... | |
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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. 
