Picturesque America: Or, The Land We Live In. A Delineation by Pen and Pencil of the Mountains, Rivers, Lakes, Water-falls, Shores, Cañons, Valleys, Cities, and Other Picturesque Features of Our Country, Part 1
William Cullen Bryant
D. Appleton, 1894 - Québec (Province) - 720 pages
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appearance artist banks base beautiful branches bridge broad broken built called cañon charming cliffs close coast comes course covered cross dark deep distance east extending Falls flows foot forest four give gorge grand green ground half hand head height hills House hundred feet ILLUSTRATIONS Indian interest Island known Lake land leaving lies light look lower mass miles Mount mountains narrow Nature nearly northern once pass peaks picture picturesque plain present range rapids reached region rise river road rocks rocky runs scene scenery seems seen shore side slope southern springs stands stone stream stretches summer summit surface surrounding thousand tower town traveller trees turn upper valley village walls waves western whole wide wild winds woods
Page 87 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 69 - That said public park shall be under the exclusive control of the Secretary of the Interior, whose duty it shall be, as soon as practicable, to make and publish such rules and regulations as he may deem necessary or proper for the care and management of the same. Such regulations shall provide for the preservation from injury or spoliation of all timber, mineral deposits, natural curiosities or wonders within said park, and their retention in their natural condition.
Page 258 - Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lee-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking sea-ward.
Page 69 - The Secretary may, in his discretion, grant leases for building purposes for terms not exceeding ten years, of small parcels of ground, at such places in said park as shall require the erection of buildings for the accommodation of visitors...
Page 465 - The assembly met as usual, in October, and the government continued according to charter, until the last of the month. About this time, Sir Edmund, with his suite and more than sixty regular troops, came to Hartford when the assembly were sitting, and demanded the charter, and declared the government under it to be dissolved. The assembly were extremely reluctant and slow with respect to any resolve to surrender the charter, or with respect to any motion to bring it forth.
Page 363 - The river was almost half a league broad. If a man stood still on the other side, it could not be discerned whether he were a man or no. The river was of great depth and of a strong current; the water was always muddy; there came down the river continually many trees and timber, which the force of the water and stream brought down.
Page 62 - G or 8 feet, and so beautifully scalloped and adorned with a kind of bead-work that the beholder stands amazed at this marvel of nature's handiwork. Add to this, a snow-white ground, with every variety of shade, of scarlet, green, and yellow, as brilliant as the brightest of our aniline dyes.
Page 470 - On the west, and a little elevated above the general level, the eye turns with delight to the populous village of Northampton; exhibiting in its public edifices, and private dwellings an unusual degree of neatness and elegance. A little more to the right, the quiet and substantial villages of Hadley and Hatfield, and still farther east and more distant, Amherst with its College, Gymnasium, and Academy, on a commanding eminence, form pleasant resting places for the eye.
Page 87 - Oh, hark ! oh, hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! Oh, sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes — dying, dying, dying...