 | Alma Blount - 1914 - 406 σελίδες
...of the figure in the feeling of the writer we may gather from a few lines of Whittier's Snow-Bound. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. The figure evidently grows out of the author's sympathy with and love for nature and the inanimate... | |
 | 1914 - 442 σελίδες
...unmeaning beat I0S 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. 100 We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip... | |
 | Mary Edwards Calhoun, Emma Leonora MacAlarney - 1915 - 670 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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1898 - 142 σελίδες
...unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. 105 Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear no The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship,... | |
 | Joseph Albert Mosher - 1917 - 452 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... | |
 | 1918 - 424 σελίδες
...ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth 360 Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and...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... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster - 1918 - 750 σελίδες
...finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spi-ll, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We...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... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1918 - 432 σελίδες
...swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, 5 The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1918 - 432 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...the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, 5 The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton - 1918 - 746 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...and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear "10 The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship,... | |
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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. 
