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Home Authors and Home Artists: American Scenery, Art, and Literature
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ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS admirable Alleghanies American amid ancient Apennines artist aspect autumn banks BAYARD TAYLOR beauty bold Boone Catskill Catskill Mountains character charms Church Claude Lorrain climate clouds color cultivation Daniel Boone deep delight divine earth effect Erie Erie Railroad Europe feeling feet foliage forest fresh genius give glory graceful grandeur Greece groves heart heaven height Highland Terrace hills Hudson hues impression Indian influence Italy Kentucky lake Lake Erie land landscape less living look magnificent miles mind moun Mount Marcy mountains N. P. WILLIS nation nature never New-York ocean old world passed peculiar picture picturesque plain possess racter region Rensselaerswyck rich ridges river rocks rocky rugged ruins rural savage scarcely scenery scenes SCHROON LAKE solitude soul spirit streams sublime summit taste temple tints tion town trees valley vast village waters West Point wild wilderness William Kieft winds woods youth
Page 44 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 31 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 30 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Page 139 - Take counsel, execute judgment; Make thy shadow as the night in the midst of the noonday ; Hide the outcasts ; bewray not him that wandereth. Let mine outcasts dwell with thee, Moab ; Be thou a covert to them from the face of the spoiler : For the extortioner is at an end, the spoiler ceaseth, The oppressors are consumed out of the land.
Page 31 - Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Page 1 - To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, Have drunk in all my intellectual life, All sweet sensations, all ennobling thoughts, All adoration of the God in nature, All lovely and all honourable things, Whatever makes this mortal spirit feel The joy and greatness of its future being?
Page 19 - Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
Page 4 - I feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks, Which do remember me of where I dwelt Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books, Come as of yore upon me, and can melt My heart with recognition of their looks; And even at moments I could think I see Some living thing to loveó but none like thee.
Page 72 - Champlain, the Green Mountains of Vermont, and the White Mountains of New Hampshire. The...
Page 75 - They float our summer sky with clouds of gorgeous tints or fleecy whiteness, and send down cooling showers to refresh the panting earth and keep it green. Our seasons are all poetical ; the phenomena of our heavens are full of sublimity and beauty. Winter with us has none of its proverbial gloom. It may have its howling winds, and thrilling frosts, and whirling snowstorms; but it has also its long intervals of cloudless sunshine, when the snow-clad earth gives redoubled brightness to the day...