PoemsHarper & Brothers, 1836 - 274 Seiten |
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... Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that wear The kingly circlet , rise , amid the gloom , O'er the dark wave , and straight are swallowed in its womb . 18 THE AGES . XIII . Those ages have no 2 *
... Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that wear The kingly circlet , rise , amid the gloom , O'er the dark wave , and straight are swallowed in its womb . 18 THE AGES . XIII . Those ages have no 2 *
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... waves Whelmed the degraded race , and weltered o'er their graves . XIX . Vainly that ray of brightness from above , That shone around the Galilean lake , The light of hope , the leading star of love , Struggled , the darkness of that ...
... waves Whelmed the degraded race , and weltered o'er their graves . XIX . Vainly that ray of brightness from above , That shone around the Galilean lake , The light of hope , the leading star of love , Struggled , the darkness of that ...
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William Cullen Bryant. 24 THE AGES . XXVIII . And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay to kiss his decorated brim , Sends up , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him , And crowding ...
William Cullen Bryant. 24 THE AGES . XXVIII . And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay to kiss his decorated brim , Sends up , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him , And crowding ...
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... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone- e - a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the ...
... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone- e - a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the ...
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... forms . These lofty trees Wave not less proudly that their ancestors Moulder beneath them . Oh , there is not lost One of earth's charms : upon her bosom yet , 41 42 FOREST HYMN . After the flight of untold centuries 4 *
... forms . These lofty trees Wave not less proudly that their ancestors Moulder beneath them . Oh , there is not lost One of earth's charms : upon her bosom yet , 41 42 FOREST HYMN . After the flight of untold centuries 4 *
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amid APENNINES autumn beauty beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs bower brave breath bright brook brow calm CATTERSKILL FALLS clouds cold dance dark days of heaven death deep didst dwell earth eyes fair flowers forest fresh gaze gentle glad glen glittering glorious glory grave Greece green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour hunter HYMN INDIAN land light look lover lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mountain murmur night o'er old Castile pass Peru PITCAIRN'S ISLAND pleasant red deer red ruler rest rills river RIZPAH rocks round savannas shade shine sight silent silent hills skies sleep smile snow soft song sound spirit springs stars stream summer sunny sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast trees vale voice wander watch weep wild win my love wind-flower winds woods youth
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Seite 33 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 31 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 33 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 257 - THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow Through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Seite 123 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Seite 203 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around ; "When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
Seite 266 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 39 - Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power 18 And inaccessible majesty.
Seite 32 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being...
Seite 54 - With whom he came across the eastern deep, Fills the savannas with his murmurings, And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.