C’est l’hiver. L’âpre hiver, et la tempête embouche
Des grands vents boréaux la trompette farouche.
Dans la rafale, au loin, la neige à flots pressés
Roule sur le désert ses tourbillons glacés,
Tandis que la tourmente ébranle en ses colères
Les vieux chênes rugueux et les pins séculaires.
L’horrible giboulée aveugle ; le froid mord ;
La nuit s’...
Where hudson’s wave o’er silvery sands
Winds through the hills afar,
Old Cronest like a monarch stands,
Crowned with a single star!
And there, amid the billowy swells
Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth,
My fair and gentle Ida dwells,
A nymph of mountain-birth.
The snow-flake that the cliff receives,
The...
Where in its old historic splendor stands
The home of England’s far-farmed Parliament,
And waters of the Thames in calm content
At England’s fame flow slowly o’er their sands;
And where the Rhine past vine-entwined lands
Courses in castled beauty, there I went;
And far to Southern rivers, flower-besprent;
And to the icy streams of...
Where in its old historic splendor stands
The home of England’s far-famed Parliament,
And waters of the Thames in calm content
At England’s fame flow slowly o’er their sands;
And where the Rhine past vine-entwinèd lands
Courses in castled beauty, there I went;
And far to southern rivers, flower-besprent;
And to the icy streams of northern...
Tis she, upon the sapphire flood,
Whose charms the world surprise,
Whose praises, chanted in the wood,
Are wafted to the skies,
To view the...
