Naya: A Story of the Bighorn CountryRand, McNally, 1910 - 326 стор. |
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Naya: A Story of the Bighorn Country (Classic Reprint) Elizabeth Egleston -Hinman Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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ain't arms Arthur baby beautiful began Big Piney Bighorn Bighorn Mountains Black Alder Blackfeet Blackfoot blanket bunk house camp cañon caught child chokecherry Clifdale Cloud Peak cottonwoods cow-puncher Cristecoom Crystal Stone danced dark dear door Dougal Dunsmuir eyes face father fell fire flowers gaze goin gone grandmother hair hand Hannah Hartwell head heart hills horses hunt Indian Jiminy crickets knew lake laughing leave Len's looked mighty mother mountains napiquan Naya Naya's Nayatohta never night pale Pehta Pigeon pines Poison Spider pony prairie quirt Rajah ranch river rose saddle Santa Claus SCOTTISH HIGHLANDERS shadow silent slipped smile snow softly soon Spirit spring squaw strange sudden suddenly Sweet Grass tears thee things thou thought trail tree turned uncon voice White Buffalo Wiggy wigwam wild William wind young young bucks
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Сторінка 322 - Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
Сторінка 1 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Сторінка 75 - They waste us — ay — like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away ; And fast they follow, as we go Toward the setting day — Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the Western sea.
Сторінка 213 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
Сторінка 172 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight...
Сторінка 324 - Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell!
Сторінка 139 - We ring the bells and we raise the strain. We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic — and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
Сторінка 95 - I thought at first the goblin-laugher stood at my bedside - or rather, crouched by my pillow: but I rose, looked round, and could see nothing; while, as I still gazed, the unnatural sound was reiterated: and I knew it came from behind the panels.
Сторінка 40 - Which wanders through the waste air's pathless blue To nourish some far desert; she did seem Beside me, gathering beauty as she grew, Like the bright shade of some immortal dream, Which walks when tempest sleeps the wave of life's dark stream.
Сторінка 104 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er : Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...