| 1850 - 428 pàgines
...of tiniest moss Clothe every little ttone ! What pigmy ortks their foliage toss O*er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge, Ambitious of the sky, Thy father o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom high. O God of marvels ! who can tell What... | |
| S.C. Hall - 1833 - 380 pàgines
...tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! — What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge,...sky, They feather o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom-high. Oh, God of marvels ! who can tell What myriad living things On these grey stones unseen... | |
| 1833 - 332 pàgines
...tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! — What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge,...Ambitious of the sky, They feather o'er the steepest *dge Of mountains mushroom-high. Oh, God of marvels ! who can tell What myriad living things On these... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge,...unseen may dwell ! What nations, with their kings ! 1 feel no shock, I hear no groan While fate perchanee o'erwhelms Empires on this subverted stone... | |
| Ebenezer Elliott - 1840 - 194 pàgines
...tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone I With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge, Ambitious...o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom high. 0 Ood of marvels ! who can tell What myriad living things On these gray stones unseen may dwell ; What... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 pàgines
...tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge,...! who can tell What myriad living things On these gray stones unseen may dwell ! What nations, with their kings ! I feel no shock, I hear no groan While... | |
| Robert Armitage - 1842 - 1064 pàgines
...commissariat department, and this other a general of renown — truly does our modern bard sing, ' Oh God of marvels ! who can tell What myriad living...no shock, I hear no groan, While fate, perchance, o'crwhelms Empires on this subverted stone, A hundred ruined realms ! 44 DOCTOR HOOKWELL. " Very true.... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge, Ambitious of the sky, Thy feather o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom higli. O God of marvels ! who can tell What... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...ever will. What forests tall of tiniest moss What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge, Ambitious of the sky, Thy feather o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom high. O God of marvels ! who can tell What... | |
| William Gardiner (A.L.S.) - 1849 - 78 pàgines
...tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge,...Ambitious of the sky, They feather o'er the steepest edge 20 " With my cheek on one of those green stones, That, fleeced with moss, beneath the shady trees Lay... | |
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