Rhymes of the Rockies: Or, What the Poets Have Found to Say of the Beautiful Scenery on the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad, the Scenic Line of the WorldPoole Bros., Printers and Engravers, 1887 - 64 strani |
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Rhymes of the Rockies; Or, What the Poets Have Found to Say of the Beautiful ... S. K. Hooper Predogled ni na voljo - 2014 |
Rhymes of the Rockies; Or, What the Poets Have Found to Say of the Beautiful ... S K Hooper Predogled ni na voljo - 2018 |
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Animas Arkansas awful beauty beholds bird BLACK CAÑON blue bright brook CASTLE GATE cathedral Cheyenne cañon cleft CLIFF-DWELLERS cliffs clouds color Colorado crags crest crown crystal waters deep Denver & Rio dream eyes foam FREMONT PASS garden gateway gleam Glen GODS granite green heart HELEN HUNT JACKSON hills Holy Cross Hoven-weep hundred feet land looks Manitou MARSHALL PASS mighty miles mist Mount Nature's o'er PALMER LAKE peaks picturesque pine PONCHA PASS rifted rills Rio Grande Railroad rise river of lost rocks Rocky mountains rolls Royal Gorge sail SALT LAKE scene shadow shadows linger shining Sierra Blanca sigh sing skies snow snow-crowned song spires splendor SPRINGS stands STANLEY WOOD stars strange stream stupendous sublime summer summit sunset thee thee I sing TOLTEC GORGE towers train TWIN LAKES vale valley VETA PASS W. E. PABOR WAGON WHEEL GAP walls waters waves West wild winds wonder
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Stran 58 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Stran 4 - My native country, thee, — Land of the noble free, — Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song I Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break, — The sound prolong ! Our fathers...
Stran 4 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song : Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers...
Stran 61 - Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue...
Stran 44 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies, When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortes when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific, and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Stran 37 - Is it a mistake that this crevice goes through the range? Does not all this mad water gush from some powerful spring, or boil out of a subterranean channel impenetrable to us? No, it opens. Resisting centripetal, centrifugal force claims the train, and it breaks away at a tangent past the edge or round the corner of the great black wall which compelled its detour, and that of the river before it. Now what glories of rock-piling confront the wide-distended eye.
Stran 12 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Stran 54 - Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high: — I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Stran 16 - Songs that the finer ear of poets feel But do not hear, ethereal chords that steal Upon the soul as fragrance of the flowers, Unseen, unknown, from undiscovered bowers, Enwraps the senses with a deep delight, Pure as the stars and tender as the night. For here in Nature's arms there lies asleep One who loved nature with a passion deep, Who knew her language and who read her book, Who sang her music, which the bird, the brook, The winds, the woods, the mountains and the seas Chant ever, in commingling...
Stran 35 - Then drew their last faint, faltering breath, Their hearts, congealed, clutched by the chilling Hand of Death. Dismantled towers, and turrets broken, Like grim and war-worn braves who keep A silent guard, with grief unspoken Watch o'er the graves by the Hoven-weep. The nameless graves of a race forgotten ; Whose deeds, whose words, whose fate...