 So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world...  New National First[ -fifth] Reader - Page 394by Charles Joseph Barnes, J. Marshall Hawkes - 1884Full view - About this book
 | Luis Francia - 1996 - 400 pages
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 | 2002 - 96 pages
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 | Darrel Abel - 2002 - 538 pages
...Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow! The farm chores and household tasks of the snow-bound family are vividly described, and their evening recreations... | |
 | Mel Goldstein - 2002 - 420 pages
...in more recent times, in January 1977, when snow was measured as far south as Miami. Weather Words "No cloud above, no earth below — A universe of sky and snow." — -John Greenleaf Whiftier Big-City Snows While the southern snowfall experience is rare, the Midwest... | |
 | John Dizikes - 2002 - 374 pages
...changed almost beyond recognition: We looked upon a world unknown, Or nothing we could call our own. No cloud above, no earth below — A universe of sky and snow! Familiar, prosaic New England has been changed into a wonderland of poetic fantasy: corncribs turned... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 pages
...Atmospheric phenomenon — that is, snow, milking. The brace is madt of walnut wood and shaped like a bow. On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament,10 No cloud above, no earth below— A universe of sky and snow! The old familiar sights... | |
 | Robert Woutat - 2003 - 156 pages
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 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 pages
...above, no earth below — A universe of sky and snow! The old familiar sights of ours Took marvellous shapes; strange domes and towers Rose up where sty or corn-crib stood, Or garden-wall, or belt of wood; A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed, A fenceless drift what once... | |
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