. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. Oh, child of that white-crested mountain whose springsGush forth in the shade of the cliff eagles wings,Down whose slopes to the lowlands thy wild waters shine,Leaping gray walls of rock, flashing tlirough the dwarf pine. From that cloud-curtained cradle so cold and so the arms of that wintry-locked mother of hills hung with forests, through vales wide and mountain-born brightness glanced down to the sea No bridge arched thy waters save that where the treesStretched their long arms above thee, and kissed in th
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. Oh, child of that white-crested mountain whose springsGush forth in the shade of the cliff eagles wings,Down whose slopes to the lowlands thy wild waters shine,Leaping gray walls of rock, flashing tlirough the dwarf pine. From that cloud-curtained cradle so cold and so the arms of that wintry-locked mother of hills hung with forests, through vales wide and mountain-born brightness glanced down to the sea No bridge arched thy waters save that where the treesStretched their long arms above thee, and kissed in the breeze:No sound save the lapse of the waves on thy shores,The plunging of otters, the light dip of oars. But the most strikmg views which the ride from Plymouth to the oo THE WHITE HILLS. tlume House affords, are to be found after passing the GraftonHouse in Thornton. The distant Notch does not show as yet theBavageness of its teeth ; but the arrangement of the principal Fran-conia mountains in half-sexagonâso that we get a strong impression . of their mass, and yet sec their separate steely edges, gleamingwith different lights, running down to the valleyâis one of the rarepictures in New Hampshire. What a noble combination,âthosekeen contours of the Haystack pyramids, and the knotted mus-cles of Mount Lafayette, beyond! He hides his rough head, as faras possible, behind his neighbor, but pushes out that limb -which lookslike an arm from a statue of a struggling Hercules that some Titan DO O Angelo might ha\e hewn. A visitor with an eye for these strongest THE FOUR VALLEYS. 23 lines of expression in the mountains has finely said: As in Flax-mans drawings of Homeric heroes and horses, one fine hair-strokereveals the whole beauty and force of that regal fancy, so these out-lines of the hills, by the Divine Hand, wonderfully express theimmense vitality curbed, but not lost, which shot them up from cen-tral abysses. The downward roll of that spur of Lafayette strik-ingly re
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