 | 1821 - 276 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough ; And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | 1821 - 534 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough; And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | 1832 - 604 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 halaman
...the feathery snow» And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent • Beneath its bright... | |
 | 1839 - 546 halaman
...feathery snow, And all wus white. The pure, keen air, abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough/ And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard -, Love-call of bird' nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, A nd 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 318 halaman
...the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee,...not the piercing spirit of the North. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright... | |
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Among them, when the clouds, from their still skirts, Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow, And all was white. The pure keen air abroad, Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard Love-call of bird nor merry hum of bee, Was not the air of death. 
