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As I write it is a delightful day—temperature perfect—I take the car to the ferry, & get out on the river

Camden is a prosperous city of some fifty thousand souls, situated on the left bank of the Delaware river

He resides here, near the Delaware river, in a little cottage of his own, with a good "house-lady," as

a sonnet of Hood's, or a dainty bit of verse by Longfellow has form; but he has form as a tree, a river

eyes roamed in an absent way among the stars that twinkled alike in the sky and on Philadelphia's river

hope you have been able to wend to and fro daily on the great ferry boats & enjoy the beautiful broad river

Bill sent me a young mocking bird—his home is at a small town on the red-river in La. but he is running

hard: The landscape is truly enshrouding a white country, snow enveloped , hill, valley, lake and river

The manuscript has the cancelled title At the Mouth of the River.

heard from Deb —I hope she is all right—Well, bad as the weather is, I must up & go out & across the river

Cold here, with the river whooping at night like a colossal Indian, or is it more like the explosions

well as usual—A severe winter here—have had fine sleigh-rides, & enjoyed them—or some days on the river

Winter is in full blush up here & the river snores & groans like an uneasy sleeper.

working expedition(my brotheJeffwith me) throughallthe Middle States,nd down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers

Or crossing the half or half the East River, the day night in the pilot-houses of Brooklyn ferry-boats

Outside of work hours he occupied himself observing Southern life,people, the river,with itsmiles of

At all times he was keenly inquisitive m matters that belonged tothe river or boat.

There had been a good deal of rain,the river was high, and the fallfiner than usual.

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades, 'I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the 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

tells us that Grant's life "transcends Plutarch," that "it was a happy thought to build the Hudson River

Who knows but that element, like the course of some subterranean river, dipping invisibly for a hundred

recluse and rural spot along Timber Creek, twelve or thirteen miles from where it enters the Delaware river

. once in a while, which I suppose you get—I came over to-night through the thick ice, filling the river—one

The whole river is now spread with it—some immense cakes.

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

spent portions of several seasons at a secluded haunt in New Jersey—Timber Creek, its stream (almost a river

River, a little after eight, full of ice, mostly broken, but some large cakes making our strong-timber'd

Then was the time when it was his passion to sail the East River to and fro in the ferry boats, "often

Or again (p. 132): It was a happy thought to build the Hudson river railroad right along the shore.

October 31 I am decidedly better—feel well as I write this—was out three hours to-day, crossing 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

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

& then go out & over the ferry to Philadelphia—I don't know what I should do without the ferry, & river

, & crossing, day & night—I believe my best times are nights—sometimes appear to have the river & boat

It has the aspect then of a river, not a lake; and at this point there is no snow—the ice being heaped

up into enormous ridges & pinnacles like a river when there is a long reach of rapids, only in the glacier

The wild, tossing confusion of the ice-river contrasted strangely with the absolute stillness and immoveability

this time but I will be down soon & tell you all the news —After I write this I am going out on the river

As for me, my heart is already gone over to the other side of the river, so that sometimes I feel a kind

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

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

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

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

writing &c, very comfortable—shall now walk to the post office, & probably sail once or twice across the river

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

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

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

picture at the top is the house) —as I write (Sunday forenoon 11 o'clock) I look out on the Concord river—something

There was a "Kingdom of Heaven" established up the North River, with many disciples.

both—Things are going on pretty much the same with me as when I last wrote—that was an awful affair on the river

you & George down a couple of big fresh ones, such as I see them bringing in every haul, from the river—A

seemed to be much greater even than usual—well I took some three hours of it—then slowly across the river

ohn] B[urroughs] is reading the proofs of new book Pepacton (the Indian name of a beautiful little river

The robins are just here, & the ice on the river is moving this afternoon, bag & baggage.

of this grim winter here, furious snow and wind howling, and I have not stirred out—the roads and rivers

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

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

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