 At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, Oh I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake. And...  The Every Day Book for Youth - Page 135by Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1834 - 415 pagesFull view - About this book
 | James Gates Percival - 1821 - 366 pages
...north-wind, heave their foamAnd curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. , How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue tjoat round the distant mountain's side. At midnight-hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads... | |
 | James Gates Percival - Americana - 1823 - 414 pages
...north-wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. "HOW beautiful is Night!'' A smile is on her brow; Her eyes of dewy light Look out, serenely bright,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1823 - 470 pages
...north-wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the cfista'nt mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
...north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. THE LILY. I HAD found out a sweet green spot, Where a lily was blooming fair ; The din of the city... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...north-wind, heave their foam. And curl around the flashing oar; As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun. to view Thy golden mirror spreading...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. Dn thy fair bosom, silver lake! ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake, And... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - Readers - 1833 - 286 pages
...wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. ,^-j How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cutg at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake! O!... | |
 | American poetry - 1834 - 402 pages
...pebbly shore, As blows the north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, How sweef, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! 0 ! I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake, And evening tells us toil is o'er.... | |
 | American poetry - 1834 - 406 pages
...north wind, heave their foam, And eurl around th« dashing oar, As late the boatman hies turn home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading...moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she euts, at highest noon, Light elouds, like wreaths of purest snow On thy fair bosom, silver lake I OII... | |
 | 1836 - 496 pages
...And curl around the dashing our, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to Tiew Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist...moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cute, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, О... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - Readers - 1839 - 322 pages
...north wind, heave their foam And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. 4. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror, spreading...mantling blue, Float round the distant mountain's side. A SYRIAN DESERT. 95 5 At midnight hour, as shines the moon, 0 A sheet of silver spreads below ; And... | |
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