PoemsD. Appleton, 1859 - 286 Seiten |
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... never bear , And drove them forth to battle . Lo ! unveiled The scene of those stern ages ! What is there ! A boundless sea of blood , and the wild air Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that ...
... never bear , And drove them forth to battle . Lo ! unveiled The scene of those stern ages ! What is there ! A boundless sea of blood , and the wild air Moans with the crimson surges that entomb Cities and bannered armies ; forms that ...
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... never breath has blown Of heaven's sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the Cities of the Dead : XIV . And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- They perished , but the eternal tombs remain- And the ...
... never breath has blown Of heaven's sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the Cities of the Dead : XIV . And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- They perished , but the eternal tombs remain- And the ...
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... mount and vale , where never summer ray Glanced , till the strong tornado broke his way Through the gray giants of the sylvan wild ; Yet many a sheltered glade , with blossoms gay Beneath the showery sky and sunshine mild , Within the.
... mount and vale , where never summer ray Glanced , till the strong tornado broke his way Through the gray giants of the sylvan wild ; Yet many a sheltered glade , with blossoms gay Beneath the showery sky and sunshine mild , Within the.
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... never fall , Save with thy children - thy maternal care , Thy lavish love , thy blessings showered on all- These are thy fetters - seas and stormy air Are the wide barrier of thy borders , where , Among thy gallant sons that guard thee ...
... never fall , Save with thy children - thy maternal care , Thy lavish love , thy blessings showered on all- These are thy fetters - seas and stormy air Are the wide barrier of thy borders , where , Among thy gallant sons that guard thee ...
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... never hear , Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear , And mark them winding away from sight , Darkened with shade or flashing with light , While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings ...
... never hear , Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear , And mark them winding away from sight , Darkened with shade or flashing with light , While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings ...
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amid autumn autumn blaze beam beauty behold beneath bird blood bloom blossoms blue bosom boughs boundless breast breath bright bright land brook brow calm city spires clouds cold dark death deep desert eagle dwell earth EARTH'S CHILDREN eyes fair flowers forest fresh gaze gentle glad glen glide glittering glorious glory grass grave green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour HYMN insect wings land light look lovers walked maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mighty heart mountain murmur MUSQUITO night o'er pass path red ruler rest rill river Rizpah rocks round savannas shade shalt shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit springs stream summer sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast trees vale voice wandering warrior waters waves weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind-flower winds woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 18 - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 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 favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 17 - Earth, and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice, — Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Seite 54 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Seite 67 - 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.
Seite 17 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Seite 20 - 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 96 - Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue 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.
Seite 19 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night. Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 18 - To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.