The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: With Griswold's MemoirRoutledge, Warne and Routledge, 1861 - 231 стор. |
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... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a ...
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... voice Never rebuked me for the hours I stole From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to converse with her . When shrieked The bleak November winds , and smote the woods , And the brown fields were herbless , and ...
... voice Never rebuked me for the hours I stole From cares I loved not , but of which the world Deems highest , to converse with her . When shrieked The bleak November winds , and smote the woods , And the brown fields were herbless , and ...
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... voices wakes The shriller echo , as the clear pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in twinkling drops , Falls , mid the golden brightness of the morn , Is gathered in with brimming pails , and oft , Wielded by sturdy hands , the ...
... voices wakes The shriller echo , as the clear pure lymph , That from the wounded trees , in twinkling drops , Falls , mid the golden brightness of the morn , Is gathered in with brimming pails , and oft , Wielded by sturdy hands , the ...
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... voice of streams , and pensive note of bird . They who here roamed , of yore , the forest wide , Felt , by such charm , their simple bosoms won ; They deemed their quivered warrior , when he died , Went to bright isles beneath the ...
... voice of streams , and pensive note of bird . They who here roamed , of yore , the forest wide , Felt , by such charm , their simple bosoms won ; They deemed their quivered warrior , when he died , Went to bright isles beneath the ...
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... voice unworthy of the theme it tries , - I would take up the hymn to Death , and say To the grim power , The world hath slandered thee And mocked thee . On thy dim and shadowy brow They place an iron crown , and call thee king HYMN TO ...
... voice unworthy of the theme it tries , - I would take up the hymn to Death , and say To the grim power , The world hath slandered thee And mocked thee . On thy dim and shadowy brow They place an iron crown , and call thee king HYMN TO ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.