Thanatopsis, Sella, and Other PoemsMacmillan Company, 1911 - 238 стор. |
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... soft winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , And ...
... soft winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , And ...
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... , And pauses oft , and lingers near ; But when he marks the reddening sky , He bounds away to hunt the deer . 4C 5 ΙΟ 15 ° TO A WATERFOWL The soft and exquisite beauty of SONG 7 Song-Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow.
... , And pauses oft , and lingers near ; But when he marks the reddening sky , He bounds away to hunt the deer . 4C 5 ΙΟ 15 ° TO A WATERFOWL The soft and exquisite beauty of SONG 7 Song-Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow.
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William Cullen Bryant. ° TO A WATERFOWL The soft and exquisite beauty of the lines entitled " To a Waterfowl " is appreciated by every reader of taste . They belong to that rare class of poems which , once read , haunt the imagination ...
William Cullen Bryant. ° TO A WATERFOWL The soft and exquisite beauty of the lines entitled " To a Waterfowl " is appreciated by every reader of taste . They belong to that rare class of poems which , once read , haunt the imagination ...
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... soft and skies are fair , I steal an hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green ; As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink , Had given their stain to the wave ...
... soft and skies are fair , I steal an hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green ; As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink , Had given their stain to the wave ...
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... soft caress Of the fresh sylvan air , made me forget The thoughts that broke my peace , and I began To gather simples by the fountain's brink , And lose myself in day - dreams . While I stood In nature's loneliness , I was with one With ...
... soft caress Of the fresh sylvan air , made me forget The thoughts that broke my peace , and I began To gather simples by the fountain's brink , And lose myself in day - dreams . While I stood In nature's loneliness , I was with one With ...
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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.