The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: With Griswold's MemoirRoutledge, Warne and Routledge, 1861 - 231 páginas |
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... River .. 20 Hymn of the Waldenses A Winter Piece .. .. 22 .. .. 26 Monument Mountain After a Tempest An Indian at the Burial- place of his Fathers Song . " Dost thou idly ask to hear . " 39 53 55 56 .. 57 .. The West Wind The Burial ...
... River .. 20 Hymn of the Waldenses A Winter Piece .. .. 22 .. .. 26 Monument Mountain After a Tempest An Indian at the Burial- place of his Fathers Song . " Dost thou idly ask to hear . " 39 53 55 56 .. 57 .. The West Wind The Burial ...
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... River Arve .. .. 126 .. 127 127 .. 129 Sonnet.To Cole , the painter .. To the fringed Gentian 129 The Twenty - second of December .. Hymn of the City 130 .. .. 131 .. 108 The Prairies .. 132 109 Song of Marion's Men 135 The Arctic Lover ...
... River Arve .. .. 126 .. 127 127 .. 129 Sonnet.To Cole , the painter .. To the fringed Gentian 129 The Twenty - second of December .. Hymn of the City 130 .. .. 131 .. 108 The Prairies .. 132 109 Song of Marion's Men 135 The Arctic Lover ...
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... River , The Yellow Violet , Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood , and other pieces , which established his reputation as one of the first poets of the time . In the Ages , from a survey of the past eras of the world , and of the ...
... River , The Yellow Violet , Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood , and other pieces , which established his reputation as one of the first poets of the time . In the Ages , from a survey of the past eras of the world , and of the ...
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... rivers ran ; and there forgot The truth of heaven , and kneeled to gods that heard them not . X. Then waited not the murderer for the night , But smote his brother down in the bright day , And he who felt the wrong , and had the might ...
... rivers ran ; and there forgot The truth of heaven , and kneeled to gods that heard them not . X. Then waited not the murderer for the night , But smote his brother down in the bright day , And he who felt the wrong , and had the might ...
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... rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all , Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste , - Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The ...
... rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all , Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste , - Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The ...
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amid arms bear beauty beneath bird blood bloom blossoms blue breath bright brook brow calm clouds cold comes dark dead death deep dost dwell early earth eyes face fair fall fear feel feet fields flowers forest forms fresh gathered gaze gentle glad glorious glory grave green groves grow hand hast hear heard heart heaven hills hour land leaves light living look mighty morning mountain murmur never night o'er once pass path pleasant pure rest rise river rocks round shade shalt shine shore side sight silent sleep smile soft song sound spirit spring stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought till trees voice walk wandering watch waters waves weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
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Página 14 - 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, shalt...
Página 90 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Página 90 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 16 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that 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 15 - 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 78 - Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the order of our lives.
Página 136 - ... round us As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines, Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. 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...
Página 15 - 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.
Página 130 - Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye, Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.