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Holderness
An Account of the Beginnings of a New Hampshire Town
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ISBN-13:
9780243761555
Veröffentl:
2017
Seiten:
0
Autor:
George Hodges
eBook Typ:
PDF
eBook Format:
Reflowable
Kopierschutz:
NO DRM
Sprache:
Englisch
Beschreibung:
Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I trust
That some, who sigh, while wandering in thought,
Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world,
That our broad land, - our sea-like lakes and mountains
Piled to the clouds, our rivers overhung
By forests which have known no other change
For ages than the budding and the fall
Of leaves, our valleys lovelier than those
Which the old poets sang of, - should but figure
On the apociyphal chart of speculation
As pastures, wood-lots, mill-sites, with the privileges,
Rights, and appurtenances, which make up
A Yankee Paradise, unsung, unknown,
To beautiful tradition,... will look kindly
Upon this effort to call up the ghost
Of the dim Past.
That some, who sigh, while wandering in thought,
Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world,
That our broad land, - our sea-like lakes and mountains
Piled to the clouds, our rivers overhung
By forests which have known no other change
For ages than the budding and the fall
Of leaves, our valleys lovelier than those
Which the old poets sang of, - should but figure
On the apociyphal chart of speculation
As pastures, wood-lots, mill-sites, with the privileges,
Rights, and appurtenances, which make up
A Yankee Paradise, unsung, unknown,
To beautiful tradition,... will look kindly
Upon this effort to call up the ghost
Of the dim Past.
"I trustThat some, who sigh, while wandering in thought,Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world,That our broad land, - our sea-like lakes and mountainsPiled to the clouds, our rivers overhungBy forests which have known no other changeFor ages than the budding and the fallOf leaves, our valleys lovelier than thoseWhich the old poets sang of, - should but figureOn the apociyphal chart of speculationAs pastures, wood-lots, mill-sites, with the privileges,Rights, and appurtenances, which make upA Yankee Paradise, unsung, unknown,To beautiful tradition,... will look kindlyUpon this effort to call up the ghostOf the dim Past."