 | 1847 - 648 str.
...of the day, is the evening breeze ! " Spirit that breathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day ! Gratefully flows...their spray, And swelling the white sail : I welcome theeTo the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! " Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale... | |
 | Timothy Flint - 1830 - 696 str.
...lattice, thou That cool'et the twilight of the sultry day ; Gratefully flows thy freshness round ray brow — Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their And swelling the white sail. I welcome Ihee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the SOB '. ' Nor... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 str.
...my heart dissolved. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy...play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray,... | |
 | 1832 - 650 str.
...of the freedom of supenor genius. ' Spirit that breathest through my lattice — thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day — Gratefully flows...upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue wave till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail.... | |
 | 1832 - 952 str.
...THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice— thou That cool'st the twilight of thé sultry day — Gratefully flows thy freshness round...upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue wave till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spny. And swelling the white sail.... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1833 - 288 str.
...narrow glen, Shalt mock the fading race of men. LESSON XC. To the Evening Wind.—BRYANT. That eool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all... | |
 | 1834 - 402 str.
...brighter world than ours. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
 | 1834 - 406 str.
...WIND. Srurr that breatheat through my lattiee, thou That .-....;-: the twilight of the sultry day, v Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou...day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their erests, and seattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I weleome thee To the seorehed... | |
 | 1835 - 430 str.
...for genius. — Gibbon. TO THE EVENING Spirit that brealhcst through my lattice, thou That coolest scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
 | 1835 - 430 str.
...Gibbon. TO THE EVENING WIND.— BHYAKT. Spirit that breathcst through my lattice, thou Thai coolest the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their epray. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thce To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea !... | |
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SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and... 
