The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. The Land We Love - Page 2451866Full view - About this book
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 56 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. 15 As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
| 1867 - 894 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet* Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. Who they were who sat round the fire, that snow-bound winter time, and thoughts of where they are now,... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound liijuid lip Had been to us companionship, Anil, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human... | |
| Edward Whymper - 1871 - 520 pages
...had ceased to fall, and the trickling water to murmur — " The music of whose liquid lip Hiul becn to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone."* It was bitterly cold. Water froze hard in a bottle under my head. Not slll-prising, as we were actually... | |
| 1872 - 900 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
| Ephraim Hunt - 1872 - 658 pages
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought ontside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown traveler,... | |
| 1872 - 660 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought ontside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 420 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 424 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 pages
...outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liiruid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
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