A Day in the SiskiyousArt Press, 1916 - 154 ページ |
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altars amid ASHLAND TOWN azure beauty bloom blue boughs breath bright California the Wonderful Canyon of Arizona celestial climb clouds color Creek crimson dark deepened depths dome dreams edge EDMUND WALLER EDWIN MARKHAM eternal far-away feet fire flowers forests FRANK HANLY gleaming glory God's gold Grand Canyon grandeur heart heaven heighth HENRY VAN DYKE high-raised hills hour hues hushed illimitable Infinite invisible Joan of Arc JOHN G JOHN MILTON JOHN MUIR light morning mountain lupine Mountains of California mysterious night peaks phantom pines pinnacles primal purple radiant RALPH WALDO EMERSON ROBERT SOUTHEY rocks scene shades shadows Shasta silence Siskiyous skies slopes snow soft solitudes soul space splendor stars steep STODDARD stood stream sublimity summit Sunset temples THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH touched towering Travels in Alaska trees trembling twilight valleys vast walls waters WHITTIER wild WILLIAM WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind-piled winds zenith
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35 ページ - 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.
52 ページ - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
10 ページ - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion?
34 ページ - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
45 ページ - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
55 ページ - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
140 ページ - Like warp and woof all destinies Are woven fast, Linked in sympathy like the keys Of an organ vast. Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar; Break but one Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar Through all will run.
75 ページ - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
63 ページ - TALK not of temples — there is one Built without hands, to mankind given ; Its lamps are the meridian sun And all the stars of heaven ; Its walls are the cerulean sky, Its floor the earth so green and fair ; The dome is vast immensity — All nature worships there...
64 ページ - O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through Yon mountain gaps, my longing view Beyond the purple and the blue, To stiller sea and greener land, And softer lights and airs more bland, And skies, — the hollow of God's hand ! Transfused through you, O mountain friends ! With mine your solemn spirit blends, And life no more hath separate ends.