 | James Kirke Paulding - 1835 - 444 sivua
...the planets, than the man in the moon. I only contemplate them as unapproachable, unextinguishable fires, glittering afar off, in those azure fields...not the deathlike calm of a winter's night, when the whistling wind grows quiet, and the frosts begin in silence to forge fetters for the running brooks,... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 sivua
...planets, than the man in the moon. I only contemplate them as unapproachable, unextinguishablc tires, glittering afar off, in those azure fields whose beauty...strolling forward, there gradually came a perfect cairn—ami even the aspen-tree whispered no more. But it was not the deathlike calm of a winter's... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 sivua
...maintaining an existence independent of matter, by abstracting itself from the body, and expatiating alone m the boundless regions of the past and the future....of a winter's night, when the northwest wind grows euiet, and the frosts begin in silence to forge fetters for the running brooks, and the gentle current... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1866 - 1010 sivua
...thunders, that no reflecting being can resist. It is in such scenes and seasons, that the heart ie deepest smitten with the power and goodness of Providence,...deathlike calm of a winter's night, when the northwest wirfd grows quiet, and the froste begin in silence to forge fetters for the running brooks, and the... | |
 | James Kirke Paulding - 1868 - 446 sivua
...that no reflecting being can resist. It is in such scenes and seasons, that the heart is most deeply smitten with the power and goodness of Providence,...the death-like calm of a winter's night, when the whistling wind grows quiet, and the frosts begin in silence to forge fetters for the running brooks... | |
 | James Kirke Paulding - 1868 - 442 sivua
...itself from the body, and expatiating alone in the boundless regions of the past and the future. 0 As I continued strolling forward, there gradually...the death-like calm of a winter's night, when the whistling wind grows quiet, and the frosts begin in silence to forge fetters for the running brooks... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1881 - 1078 sivua
...; a voice i;i her thunders, that no reflecting being can resist. It is in such scenes and seasoas, that the heart is deepest; smitten with the power...of a winter's night, when the northwest wind grows juiet, and the frosts begin in silence to forge fetters for the running brooks, and the gentle current... | |
 | Frank McAlpine - 1886 - 456 sivua
...matter, by abstracting itself from the body, and expatiating alone in the boundless regions of tho past and the future. As I continued strolling forward, there gradually came a perfect calm,—and even the aspen-tree whispered no more. But it was not the death-like calm of a Winter's... | |
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... no reflecting being can resist. It is in such scenes and seasons, that the heart is deepest smitten with the power and goodness of Providence, and that the soul demonstrates its capacity for maintaining an existence independent of matter, by abstracting... 