964449Forest Pictures in the Adirondackshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/forest-pictures-in-the-adirondacks/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/669543/6b7fa831-8389-4aa2-ba5a-75378a374055.jpg?v=638335727766000000102102MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/<p>The soft Southwest says, Take thy rest To-day upon Natures kindly breast! Those trees, that throw a network glow, Of sable and gold, on the floor below, Gleamed out last night, enamelled bright In the kindling flush of my camp-fires light. From far crept fine the panthers whine, And moaned and moaned the sorrowing pine. The hemlock spread my fragrant bed, And I lay till the live roof sang oerhead. Yes, balmy breeze, Ill take sweet ease, Brimful of blisses, under the trees! On yon dim spray, in russet gray, Sits the Saranac Nightingale piping away! That speck upon the cloud just won, Is the black mountain eagle drinking the sun! Ill launch my boat, and idly float Oer the winding water, and all things note: All things that gleam along the stream Water-bird, water-fly, blossom, or beam. And thus the hours Ill wing with flowers, And speed them away in these dreamy bowers.</p>...960067Forest Pictures in the Adirondacks102102https://www.gandhi.com.mx/forest-pictures-in-the-adirondacks/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/669543/6b7fa831-8389-4aa2-ba5a-75378a374055.jpg?v=638335727766000000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20209781465640017_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9781465640017_<p>The soft Southwest says, Take thy rest To-day upon Natures kindly breast! Those trees, that throw a network glow, Of sable and gold, on the floor below, Gleamed out last night, enamelled bright In the kindling flush of my camp-fires light. From far crept fine the panthers whine, And moaned and moaned the sorrowing pine. The hemlock spread my fragrant bed, And I lay till the live roof sang oerhead. Yes, balmy breeze, Ill take sweet ease, Brimful of blisses, under the trees! On yon dim spray, in russet gray, Sits the Saranac Nightingale piping away! That speck upon the cloud just won, Is the black mountain eagle drinking the sun! Ill launch my boat, and idly float Oer the winding water, and all things note: All things that gleam along the stream Water-bird, water-fly, blossom, or beam. And thus the hours Ill wing with flowers, And speed them away in these dreamy bowers.</p>...9781465640017_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_8b2948a5-a533-3a75-a646-0949e79a7725_9781465640017;9781465640017_9781465640017John AugustusInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-528cc617-403f-481a-ad1d-6bce3fcf4445.epub2020-03-16T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria