PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 378 páginas |
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... calm benevolent features ; let the light Stream on his deeds of love , that shunned the sight Of all but heaven , and in the book of fame , The glorious record of his virtues write , And hold it up to men , and bid them claim A palm ...
... calm benevolent features ; let the light Stream on his deeds of love , that shunned the sight Of all but heaven , and in the book of fame , The glorious record of his virtues write , And hold it up to men , and bid them claim A palm ...
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William Cullen Bryant. V. 7 Has Nature , in her calm , majestic march Faltered with age at last ? does the bright sun Grow dim in heaven ? or , in their far blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when ...
William Cullen Bryant. V. 7 Has Nature , in her calm , majestic march Faltered with age at last ? does the bright sun Grow dim in heaven ? or , in their far blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when ...
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... calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm , and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men And made thee loathe thy ...
... calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm , and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a balm To thy sick heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men And made thee loathe thy ...
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... airs that ruffle thy face , And gaze upon thee in silent dream , For in thy lonely and lovely stream An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . A WINTER PIECE . THE time has been that these GREEN RIVER . 45.
... airs that ruffle thy face , And gaze upon thee in silent dream , For in thy lonely and lovely stream An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . A WINTER PIECE . THE time has been that these GREEN RIVER . 45.
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... calm society That talked with me and soothed me . Then the chant Of birds , and chime of brooks , and soft caress Of the fresh sylvan air , made me forget The thoughts that broke my peace , and I began To gather simples by the ...
... calm society That talked with me and soothed me . Then the chant Of birds , and chime of brooks , and soft caress Of the fresh sylvan air , made me forget The thoughts that broke my peace , and I began To gather simples by the ...
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Página 39 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 31 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 31 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 129 - Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Página 32 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 30 - 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.
Página 205 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the...
Página 172 - 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 gaily chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
Página 32 - 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...
Página 151 - 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...