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I described the river to him, and he remarked: "I should like to see it—I must try to find a way to get

what does it look like on the river?

W. wanted to know whether the river was frozen across.

"They are the most wonderful of all the birds on the river," I said.

"They have been telling me of it: it is quite near the river, isn't it?"

It is fine scenery around Washington—plenty of hills, and a noble river.

what does it look like on the river?

Washington is a broad, magnificent place naturally—avenues, spaces, vistas, environing hills, rivers,

of it: and of Mars and Jupiter and Venus: I never used to miss them: often spend my evenings on the river

If I could bring the Delaware River into this room I'd be wholly satisfied.

W. wanted to know whether the river was frozen across.

something about calling on you: I told him he wouldn't find you at home—that you had gone over the river

a suspicion of Carpenter's flippant impertinence: I have talked with Doctor Gross there across the river—the

Amused.I described a flight of crows I had seen an hour before on the river—"a perfect line of at least

"They are the most wonderful of all the birds on the river," I said.

"They have been telling me of it: it is quite near the river, isn't it?"

the wood, that there was a big wind blowing down the chimney: I've been sitting here thinking of the river—hoping

My own favorite loafing places have always been the rivers, the wharves, the boats—I like sailors, stevedores

I have never lived away from a big river." Took up Brinton's suggestion that W.'

south window I can see a far-stretching and noble view, many, many miles of open ground, the Potomac river

never told you) that when I was a lad, working in a lawyer's office, it fell to me to go over the river

there are no wonders anywhere greater than the wonders you see right over your head as you cross the river

that the thing is because it is, being what it is because it must be just that—as a tree is a tree, a river

a river, the sky the sky.

—first to Bonsall's house for the Book Maker—then across the river for conferences at different places

magazines—that of porcelain, fine china, dainty curtains, exquisite rugs—never a look of flowing rivers

W. gave me to mail in Philadelphia (I was about to go over the river) a letter he had written to O'Connor

with squalid children picking them over, and dirty alleys, and courts and houses half roofless, and a river

"I drove up as far as Pea Shore—right up to the river, halting there for half an hour, looking over the

having supper near midnight.Today promises to be even more memorable; I expect to steam up the Hudson River

Then I went over the river and at once to Ferguson's, where I talked with Myrick, head of the composing

was very great—very great: my nag stood in the water for fifteen minutes while I looked across the river—saw

Winter is in full blast up here and the river snores and groans like a weary sleeper.With much love,John

but grand and manly and full of thunder and lightning.The robins are just here, and the ice on the river

significant for his patriotism, Americanism, love of external nature, the woods, the sea, the skies, the rivers

Parkhurst across the river, has studied Millet some and lectures about him, illustrating the talks.

Some one in that discussion over the river presented my 'standpoint'—but suppose I have no conscious

I thought you were already over the river."

On the river remarked the beauty of the night.

And our rivers, spirit, life."

We crossed the river without event and to 9th and Green.

Harned had been in and talked with W. while I was across the river. W.'

"Is the general closed-inness of things I see out my window here prevailing in Philadelphia—on the river—as

Indeed, could not know, till here, absorbed in, absorbing, its rivers, skies, men, for a long period.

I thought you were already over the river."

W. then, "I guess Frank—often think Frank (yes, and many of the other good fellows over the river there

To the east, looking up or down, was the winding, solemn, inevitable river, confused northward among

heavy but mists hung lightly, lacily, upon the horizon—the sun setting in cold color and the flowing river

On the river remarked the beauty of the night.

And now the walk in the night towards the river, north, and home—and the entrance there (new sensations

I sat with Walt years ago one day at the river's edge. A mosquito alighted on his forehead.

well again & that you open the check draughts of your hurrying life now & then.I sit here facing the river

And our rivers, spirit, life."

His dinner that day was generous and he ate it all.Progress in removal of the islands in the river slow

that only one man in all the world, in all history, and he our neighbor, grey-bearded, across the river

We tried to get some fruit on this side of the river but couldn't get anything nice enough to satisfy

We crossed the river without event and to 9th and Green.

Harned had been in and talked with W. while I was across the river. W.'

I had been way off in the country on the other side of the river, walking with Kemper and May.

Who could share with me the thought of that evening's ride across the river?

I was not quite a week on the river. I slept in my boat or under it all the time.

I took it with me to mail over the river.

or, why does the flowing river make me happy?—why? why? making that mood the talisman for all?"

"If you could lay it aside, take a walk out, ride across the river, loaf a bit in the streets, the secret

he said: "that would be the solution of it all: that was my old way: a walk to the river, a look up at

I had been way off in the country on the other side of the river, walking with Kemper and May.

clutched him by the arm, and poured out the greatest singing you ever heard—it poured like a raging river

population is 1,500,000—almost everybody well-drest, and appearing to have enough—then the splendid river

directness of observation and purpose, by the painters: sometimes, instead of walking, we would row up the river

I may be able to send you a book—The Book of Browney Valley, (Browney being the name of the little river