Poems of William Cullen BryantHumphrey Milford, 1914 - 371 pages |
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... beauty of his song ; Who weighs him from his life apart Must do his nobler nature wrong . Not for the eye , familiar grown With charms to common sight denied , - The marvellous gift he shares alone With him who walked on Rydal - side ...
... beauty of his song ; Who weighs him from his life apart Must do his nobler nature wrong . Not for the eye , familiar grown With charms to common sight denied , - The marvellous gift he shares alone With him who walked on Rydal - side ...
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... beauty wore , And peace was on the earth and in the air , The warrior lit the pile , and bound his captive there : XXXI Not unavenged ; the foeman , from the wood , Beheld the deed , and when the midnight shade Was stillest , gorged his ...
... beauty wore , And peace was on the earth and in the air , The warrior lit the pile , and bound his captive there : XXXI Not unavenged ; the foeman , from the wood , Beheld the deed , and when the midnight shade Was stillest , gorged his ...
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... 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 blight Over thy spirit , and sad images Of the ...
... 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 blight Over thy spirit , and sad images Of the ...
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... beauty in my walks ; the brook , Bordered with sparkling frost - work , was as gay As with its fringe of summer flowers . Afar , The village with its spires , the path of streams , And dim receding valleys , hid before By interposing ...
... beauty in my walks ; the brook , Bordered with sparkling frost - work , was as gay As with its fringe of summer flowers . Afar , The village with its spires , the path of streams , And dim receding valleys , hid before By interposing ...
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... beauty , for the time Of blossoms and green leaves is yet afar . And ere it comes , the encountering winds shall oft Muster their wrath again , and rapid clouds Shade heaven , and bounding on the frozen earth Shall fall their volleyed ...
... beauty , for the time Of blossoms and green leaves is yet afar . And ere it comes , the encountering winds shall oft Muster their wrath again , and rapid clouds Shade heaven , and bounding on the frozen earth Shall fall their volleyed ...
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Page 11 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 17 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 12 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 171 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 122 - 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; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Page 12 - 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 favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 217 - Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note. Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! Chee, chee, chee.
Page 217 - Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight : There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Nice good wife that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 68 - Here is continual worship ; nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, 'midst its herbs, Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace Are here to speak of thee.
Page 16 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering but not lost.