Thanatopsis, Sella, and Other PoemsMacmillan Company, 1911 - 238 стор. |
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... beautiful gift is this ! — G. S. HILLARD , North American Review for Octo- ber , 1842 . - The influence of Bryant's poetry is of a pure and ennobling character ; never ministering to false or un- healthy sensibility , it refreshes the ...
... beautiful gift is this ! — G. S. HILLARD , North American Review for Octo- ber , 1842 . - The influence of Bryant's poetry is of a pure and ennobling character ; never ministering to false or un- healthy sensibility , it refreshes the ...
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... beautiful imagery is appropriate , and has that air of freshness which distin guishes the productions of an author writing from his own observations of life and nature rather than from books . Mr. Bryant is a translator to the world of ...
... beautiful imagery is appropriate , and has that air of freshness which distin guishes the productions of an author writing from his own observations of life and nature rather than from books . Mr. Bryant is a translator to the world of ...
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... beautiful and peculiar in our scenery . The old and shadowy forests stand as they grew up from the seeds God planted , the sealike prairies stretching in airy undulations beyond the eye's extremest vision ; our lakes and mountains and ...
... beautiful and peculiar in our scenery . The old and shadowy forests stand as they grew up from the seeds God planted , the sealike prairies stretching in airy undulations beyond the eye's extremest vision ; our lakes and mountains and ...
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... Beautiful stream ! by the village side ; But windest away from haunts of men , To quiet valley and shaded glen ; And forest , and meadow , and slope of hill , Around thee , are lonely , lovely , and still . Lonely save when , by thy ...
... Beautiful stream ! by the village side ; But windest away from haunts of men , To quiet valley and shaded glen ; And forest , and meadow , and slope of hill , Around thee , are lonely , lovely , and still . Lonely save when , by thy ...
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... beautiful banks in a trance of song . " Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men , And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen , And mingle among the jostling crowd , Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud I often come to ...
... beautiful banks in a trance of song . " Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men , And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen , And mingle among the jostling crowd , Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud I often come to ...
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amid ancient apple-tree beautiful beneath bird bloom blue Bob-o'-link boughs breath bright brook calm chee Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds cold dance dark deep deer dream dwell earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Edited eyes fair flake flowers forest gaze gentle glad glide glistening glorious glory grass grave green groves hand haunts heart heaven hills hour Hymn to Death Iliad Julius Cæsar lake land light LITTELL'S Living Age look maiden mighty Monument Mountain mould murmur never night o'er Palgrave's Golden Treasury pass Phillips Exeter Academy Poems poet race rivers rock round savannas Sella shade Shakespeare's sight silent Sir Launfal sleep smile snow soft song sound Spink spring stars stream strong summer sweet Thanatopsis thee thine thou dost thou hast thou shalt trees vale voice wandering waters wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wind-flower winter woods youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 227 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 8 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Сторінка 68 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Сторінка 3 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His...
Сторінка 1 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Сторінка 67 - 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.
Сторінка 2 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Сторінка 201 - 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...
Сторінка 2 - 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...
Сторінка 3 - 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.