. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. Yet here may willing eyes discovei The art and life of every shore,For Nature bids her patient lover All true similitudes explore. These firs, when cease their boughs to quiver,Stand like pagodas Brahmins seek. Yon isle, that parts the winding river,Seems moulded from a light caique. 370 THE WHITE HILLS. And ferns thaf :n tJese groves are hidden. Are sculptured like a dainty frieze,While choral music steals unbidden, As undulates the forest breeze. A Gothic arch and springing column, A floral-dyed mosaic ground,A twilight shade and vista
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. Yet here may willing eyes discovei The art and life of every shore,For Nature bids her patient lover All true similitudes explore. These firs, when cease their boughs to quiver,Stand like pagodas Brahmins seek. Yon isle, that parts the winding river,Seems moulded from a light caique. 370 THE WHITE HILLS. And ferns thaf :n tJese groves are hidden. Are sculptured like a dainty frieze,While choral music steals unbidden, As undulates the forest breeze. A Gothic arch and springing column, A floral-dyed mosaic ground,A twilight shade and vista solemn, In all these sylvan haunts are found. Lancaster is Avell situated for the enjoyment of the winter effectsupon the mountains. It was the writers fortune once to pass a fewdays in the village and its neighborhood, early in March, when thehue of the White Mountains justified their name, and they stood upm the full splendor of their snowy regalia. It was in a week that opened a sectional view of winter, showingit enthroned on the hills in the gorg
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