 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 str.
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see white robe the gleam of bliss is snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, 0, I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake,... | |
 | 1881 - 222 str.
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, Oh I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake.... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 str.
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, Oh I could ever sweep the oar, — When early birds at morning... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 str.
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, Aud see what Highland Nora said : "The Earlie's son I will...wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be slieet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 str.
...boatman hie» him home. How sweet, at set of snn, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see last he rose, anil twitched his mantle blue ; To-morrow...drew me early to this city; Aud as the gates I ent snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! Oh, I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1882 - 616 str.
...north-wind, heave their foam, How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, Oh, I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1883 - 382 str.
...round the distant mountain's side. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet o/ silver spreads below, When early birds at morning... | |
 | Richard S. Rhodes - 1885 - 444 str.
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O, I could ever sweep the oar, "When early birds at morning wake,... | |
 | 1859 - 1128 str.
...boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of Bun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side. At midnight-hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, ot highest... | |
 | 1886 - 552 str.
...reflects the polar star. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant...highest noon. Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. "And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale." The waves along thy... | |
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As blows the north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side... 
