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gives the following picture:— In the upper of a little wooden house of two stories near the Delaware river
I have tried them by stars, rivers.
easy for him), and farther on, to the horizon, where sparsely filled squares stretched to the East River
beautiful & luxuriously fitted steamboat was itself extremely interesting to begin with—Then the noble river
with cirrus clouds glowing warm golden on the underside, delicate pearl above—the reflections in the river
been beautiful & I have enjoyed the ride very much indeed—especially down the lovely valley of Mohawk River
I propose to leave here on Tuesday morning for New York via Kingston, Albany, & the Hudson River.
across the water at the gleaming lights of Camden where I knew were; when, next morning I ferried the River
How fast they are fading away on this side of the river.
I have read these leaves to myself in the open air—I have tried them by trees, Stars, rivers.
You are borne on the tides of eager and Swift rivers, O boating on the rivers!
Otherways, there, atwixt the banks of the Arkansas, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Tombigbee, the Red River
running. hear the rush & roar of cataracts as they fall beneath the seven-hued arch, I see the Great River
Upon the plains west of the Spinal river—yet in my house of adobe.
hour, Darkness, dreariness, pain Homesickness, leaden rain Blood, our heroe's blood poured forth in rivers
first swallows of this spring, darting high overhead or skimming the sunlit waters of the beautiful River
all the fun of the fair" I strolled along the banks of my beloved "Annan Water"—a really beauitiful river
This little river is associated with the happy days of my childhood & it was with a swelling heart that
paralysis and lately from catarrh in the head; perhaps, when the weather settles and I can get down to the river
trust you have enjoyed these three days of sunshine and that you have been able to go down to the river
Arrived at the edge of the Delaware River by the aid of this yoked and tamed lightning, a prodigious
running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river
composers—you choruses, You formless, free, religious dances—you from the Orient, You undertone of rivers
sage-deserts, I see in glimpses afar or towering immediately above me the great mountains, I see the Wind river
Elk mountain and wind around its base, I see the Humboldt range, I thread the valley and cross the river
Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man, The river Euphrates flowing, the past lit up
O winding creeks and rivers! Of you O woods and fields! of you strong mountains of my land!
Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf, posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets, A gray
sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of unseen rivers
O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers
, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through
the jobbers' houses of business, the houses of business of the ship-merchants and money-brokers, the river-streets
sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft, The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river
you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers
and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your rivers
What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?
I see the long river-stripes of the earth, I see the Amazon and the Paraguay, I see the four great rivers
of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl, I see where the Seine flows, and
blown with you you winds; You waters I have finger'd every shore with you, I have run through what any river
like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river
and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence, Just as you feel when you look on the river
I too many and many a time cross'd the river of old, Watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls, saw them high
River and sunset and scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide?
9 Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb- tide ebbtide !
, The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main, the thirty thousand miles of river
unno- ticed unnoticed , Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering, On interior rivers
returning after a long absence, joy- fully joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse, On rivers
there atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River
O boating on the rivers, The voyage down the St.
sweet potato, Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies, Welcome the rich borders of rivers
bridges, vast frameworks, girders, arches, Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake and canal craft, river
para- dises paradises of the Pacific, Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers
vast native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces, Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains or by river-banks
We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within, We
These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers
from the Altay moun- tains mountains , From Thibet Tibet , from the four winding and far-flowing rivers
Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains
toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennes- see Tennessee , or far north or inland, A river
See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the
Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any of them, Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river
fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
the trees of a new purchase, Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river
from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines
From Pent-Up Aching Rivers. FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.
FROM pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin'd
The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers
Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft
I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the
loudly shout in the rush of successful charge, Enter the captur'd works—yet lo, like a swift-running river
the pale green leaves of the trees prolific, In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river
and demerits, Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, Making its rivers
the mothers of families, Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees, stars, rivers
of clover and timothy, Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine, And many a stately river
wharves, the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river
Nor by your streams alone, you rivers, By you, your banks Connecticut, By you and all your teeming life
friendship, procrea- tion procreation , prudence, and nakedness, After treading ground and breasting river
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance
mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river
pass through the city, and embark from the wharves, (How good they look as they tramp down to the river
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 Chattanooga on the mountain top, Saw I