PoemsD. Appleton, 1859 - 286 páginas |
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... Cloud .... The Murdered Traveller , .. 75 77 77 78 79 80 Hymn to the North Star , 82 The Lapse of Time , ... 88 Song of the Stars ,. 85 A Forest Hymn , .. 87 " Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids , " . 90 " I broke the spell that held me long ...
... Cloud .... The Murdered Traveller , .. 75 77 77 78 79 80 Hymn to the North Star , 82 The Lapse of Time , ... 88 Song of the Stars ,. 85 A Forest Hymn , .. 87 " Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids , " . 90 " I broke the spell that held me long ...
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... Cloud ..... 79 The Murdered Traveller ,. 80 Hymn to the North Star , 82 The Lapse of Time , .... 83 Song of the Stars , .. 85 A Forest Hymn , .. 87 " Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids , " . 90 " I broke the spell that held me long , " . 91 ...
... Cloud ..... 79 The Murdered Traveller ,. 80 Hymn to the North Star , 82 The Lapse of Time , .... 83 Song of the Stars , .. 85 A Forest Hymn , .. 87 " Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids , " . 90 " I broke the spell that held me long , " . 91 ...
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... clouds up - piled- They perished , but the eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; - Huge piers and frowning forms of gods sustain The everlasting arches , dark and ...
... clouds up - piled- They perished , but the eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; - Huge piers and frowning forms of gods sustain The everlasting arches , dark and ...
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... cloud . Erewhile , where yon gay spires their brightness rear , Trees waved , and the brown hunter's shouts were loud Amid the forest ; and the bounding deer Fled at the glancing plume , and the gaunt wolf yelled near . XXVIII . And ...
... cloud . Erewhile , where yon gay spires their brightness rear , Trees waved , and the brown hunter's shouts were loud Amid the forest ; and the bounding deer Fled at the glancing plume , and the gaunt wolf yelled near . XXVIII . And ...
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... clouds , from their still skirts Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow , And all was white . The pure keen air abroad , Albeit it breathed no scent of herb , nor heard Love - call of bird nor merry hum of bee , Was not the air of ...
... clouds , from their still skirts Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow , And all was white . The pure keen air abroad , Albeit it breathed no scent of herb , nor heard Love - call of bird nor merry hum of bee , Was not the air of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.