The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: With Griswold's MemoirRoutledge, Warne and Routledge, 1861 - 231 ページ |
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... Star 38 The Lapse of Time .. .. Song of the Stars .. Celebration • .. 40 A Forest Hymn 63 65 66 66 67 69 70 71 73 75 Rizpah .. .... .. 41 " Oh fairest of the rural The Old Man's Funeral 43 maids " 78 PAGE " I broke the spell that A ...
... Star 38 The Lapse of Time .. .. Song of the Stars .. Celebration • .. 40 A Forest Hymn 63 65 66 66 67 69 70 71 73 75 Rizpah .. .... .. 41 " Oh fairest of the rural The Old Man's Funeral 43 maids " 78 PAGE " I broke the spell that A ...
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... stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when the dew - lipped spring comes on , Breathes she with airs less soft , or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign begun ? Does prodigal Autumn , to our age , deny The ...
... stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when the dew - lipped spring comes on , Breathes she with airs less soft , or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign begun ? Does prodigal Autumn , to our age , deny The ...
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... star of love , Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure immortal flame ; And priestly hands for Jesus ' blessed sake , Were red with blood , and ...
... star of love , Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure immortal flame ; And priestly hands for Jesus ' blessed sake , Were red with blood , and ...
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... star vanish , or on high Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid - sky . Yet , loveliest are thy setting smiles , and fair , Fairest of all that earth beholds , the hues That live among the clouds , and flush the air ...
... star vanish , or on high Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid - sky . Yet , loveliest are thy setting smiles , and fair , Fairest of all that earth beholds , the hues That live among the clouds , and flush the air ...
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... harvests forth , And feeds the expectant nations . RIZPAH . 41 RIZPAH . And he delivered them into 40 POEMS . Ode for an Agricultural The Murdered Traveller Hymn to the North Star The Lapse of Time Song of the Stars Celebration.
... harvests forth , And feeds the expectant nations . RIZPAH . 41 RIZPAH . And he delivered them into 40 POEMS . Ode for an Agricultural The Murdered Traveller Hymn to the North Star The Lapse of Time Song of the Stars Celebration.
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14 ページ - 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...
90 ページ - 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.
90 ページ - 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.
14 ページ - 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.
16 ページ - 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.
15 ページ - 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.
78 ページ - 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.
136 ページ - ... 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...
15 ページ - 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.
130 ページ - 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.