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Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

"His spirit responds to his country's spirit; he incarnates its geography and natural life, and rivers

full-blooded, six feet high, a good feeder, never once using medicine, drinking water only—a swimmer in the river

sea, the animals, fishes, and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests, mountains, and rivers

full-blooded, six feet high, a good feeder, never once using medicine, drinking water only—a swimmer in the river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand . . . hauling my boat down the shallow river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

, manfully, and appositely expressed—and a filibuster-like daring running, like a strong, vigorous river

sweeps over great oceans and inland seas, over the continents of the world, over mountains, forests, rivers

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

simplicity can give of power, pathos, and music: "Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river

It is a funeral piece— Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf-posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud

weeper, worker, idler, citizen, countryman, Saunterer of woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

worker, idler, citizen, countryman, Saunterer of the woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers

The "Father of Waters" is a nickname for the Mississippi River.

Land of the spinal river, the Mississippi! Land of the Alle- ghanies Alleghanies ! Ohio's land!

We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines within; We

This quotation is taken from Henry David Thoreau's A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849).

baffled; Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, By deserts parched, snows chilled, rivers

spots, and you airs that swim above lightly, And all you essences of soil and growth—and you, my rivers

green leaves of the trees pro- lific prolific In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river—in

power would suffer from the absence of those restraints which are to genius what its banks are to a river

Grande—friendly gatherings, the characters and fun, Dwellers up north in Minnesota and by the Yellow Stone River

Hafiz again, only drunk now with Catawba wine instead of the Saoma, and worshipping the Mississippi river

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

below there—and the beautiful curious liquid "In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

native thoughts looking through smutched faces , Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains, or by the river

wharves —the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset—the river

To think that the rivers will flow, and the snow fall, and the fruits ripen, and act upon others as upon

that separates it from prose of any sort: Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river

your own shape and countenance-persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks

descending the Alleghanies; Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river

; Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chatta- nooga on the mountain top, Saw

most dewy sentiments and kindly human feelings, like the cool and rapid rushing of a mountain-born river

What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?

your own shape and countenance—persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks

touch and breath of the land, the winds of free, untrodden places, the splendour and vastness of rivers

picturesqueness, and oceanic amplitude and rush of these great cities, the unsurpassed situation, rivers

Always, and more and more, as I cross the East and North rivers, the ferries, or with the pilots in their

incarnate themselves in the forms of god and demi-god, faun and satyr, oread, dryad, and nymph of river

like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river

couplets of our orthodox English verse, and this wild, free, reckless voice of the fields, and the rivers

accordance with this view, James Russell Lowell has declined from the higher walks of poetry—from rivers

a very large place, the United States a republic of federated nations, the Mississippi an immense river

science of geography was in its earliest dawn—when not one man in ten thousand had heard of towns or rivers

Turner could not have given the misty curve of his horizons, the perspective of his rivers winding in

The infinite oceans where the rivers empty!

practical labor of farms, factories, foundries, workshops, mines, or on shipboard, or on lakes and rivers—resumes

practical labor of farms, factories, foundries, workshops, mines, or on shipboard, or on lakes and rivers—resumes

The infinite oceans where the rivers empty!

energetic sons did, and still do, amidst a newer and far grander variety of wilderness of lake, plain, river

practical labor of farms, factories, foundries, workshops, mines, or on shipboard, or on lakes and rivers—resumes

The infinite oceans where the rivers empty!

"Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel?

, is found evidence of the writer's strong love and feeling for the sea and for its children, the rivers

the pale green leaves of the trees prolific, In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance

grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight down- ward downward falling, Till o'er the river

of clover and timothy, Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine, And many a stately river

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or white come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

, The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main, the thirty thousand miles of river

variety of meters suited to every slightest change of sentiment, here lilting like a smooth flowing river

chords left as by vast composers [gap] You formless, tree, religious dan[gap] Orient, You undertone of rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

the pale green leaves of the trees prolific, In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

primal man—the gigantic and multiplied possibilities of a continent of vast lakes and praries, and rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

the pale green leaves of the trees prolific, In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or white come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

there atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River

It is a land to which all the currents, and longings, and peoples of history move like rivers converging

vitreous form of the fall moon just tinged with blue: Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river

spent in the open air down in the country in the woods and fields, and by a secluded little New Jersey river

Starr'd Nights…Mulleins…A Sun-Bath—Nakedness…Human and Heroic New York…Hours for the Soul…Delaware River—Days