 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 474 σελίδες
...unmeaning beat 105 Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil, or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. IIO We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip... | |
 | William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart - 1880 - 234 σελίδες
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
 | William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart - 1880 - 242 σελίδες
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 σελίδες
...Beyond the eircle of our hearth Xo welcome sound of toil or mirth I'nbound the spell, and testified I if ring in the tru As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
 | Edward Whymper - 1880 - 392 σελίδες
...back and were out of hearing ; the stones had ceased to fall, and the trickling water to murmur — "The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship,...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone." * It was bitterly cold. Water froze hard in a bottle under my head. Not surprising, as we were actually... | |
 | Edward Whymper - 1880 - 396 σελίδες
...ceased to fall, and the trickling water to murmur — "The music of whose liquid lip Had been to vis companionship. And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone." * It was bitterly cold. Water froze hard in a bottle under my head. Not surprising, as we were actually... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1881 - 616 σελίδες
...sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testi6ed Of human life and thought outside. We minded that...our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tune. As night drew on, ind, frnrn the» cn-^t Of wooded knolls that ridged the west. The run, n snow-blown... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1881 - 570 σελίδες
...ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unhound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The huried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid Yip Had been to us companionship, And, in... | |
 | Lucy A. Chittenden - 1884 - 200 σελίδες
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. PARAPHRASE XII. Study especially curious, mimic, pendent, trammels, transfigured, visible. As night... | |
 | Frank McAlpine - 1885 - 446 σελίδες
...southern zone, The sun through dazzhng snow-mist shone. Beyond the circle of our hearth, No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
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The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. 
