Thanatopsis, Sella, and Other PoemsMacmillan Company, 1911 - 238 стор. |
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... wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon ...
... wandering , but not lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon ...
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... wander , and muse , and gaze on thee . Still save the chirp of birds that feed On the river - cherry and seedy reed , And thy own wild music gushing out 20 25 30 35 With mellow murmur and fairy shout , From dawn to 10 EARLIER POEMS.
... wander , and muse , and gaze on thee . Still save the chirp of birds that feed On the river - cherry and seedy reed , And thy own wild music gushing out 20 25 30 35 With mellow murmur and fairy shout , From dawn to 10 EARLIER POEMS.
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... wander these quiet haunts with thee , Till the eating cares of earth should depart , And the peace of the scene pass into my heart ; But I envy thy stream , as it glides along , Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song . " Though ...
... wander these quiet haunts with thee , Till the eating cares of earth should depart , And the peace of the scene pass into my heart ; But I envy thy stream , as it glides along , Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song . " Though ...
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... wander forth 5 And seek the woods . The sunshine on my path Was to me as a friend . The swelling hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me ...
... wander forth 5 And seek the woods . The sunshine on my path Was to me as a friend . The swelling hills , The quiet dells retiring far between , With gentle invitation to explore Their windings , were a calm society That talked with me ...
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... wandering all that fertile region o'er - Rogue's Island once but when the rogues dead , Rhode Island was the name it took instead . Beautiful island ! then it only seemed A lovely stranger - it has grown a friend . I gazed on its smooth ...
... wandering all that fertile region o'er - Rogue's Island once but when the rogues dead , Rhode Island was the name it took instead . Beautiful island ! then it only seemed A lovely stranger - it has grown a friend . I gazed on its smooth ...
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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.