The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: Roslyn Ed.; with Chronologies of Bryant's Life and Poems, and Bibliography of His Writings by Henry C. Sturges, and a Memoir of His Life by Richard Henry StoddardD. Appleton, 1903 - Počet stran: 418 |
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Strana xxvii
... comes a day in the intellectual lives of most poets when their powers cease to be progressive and productive , or are productive only in the forms to which they have accus tomed themselves , and which have become mannerisms . It was not ...
... comes a day in the intellectual lives of most poets when their powers cease to be progressive and productive , or are productive only in the forms to which they have accus tomed themselves , and which have become mannerisms . It was not ...
Strana xxxiii
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Strana 12
... 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 plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye ? VI . Look on this beautiful ...
... 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 plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye ? VI . Look on this beautiful ...
Strana 12
... 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 plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye ? VI . Look on this beautiful ...
... 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 plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye ? VI . Look on this beautiful ...
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Strana 4 - 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.
Strana 48 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Strana xv - 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.
Strana 11 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strana 87 - THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest, Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes...
Strana 48 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Strana 12 - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And Grief may bide, an evening guest, But Joy shall come with early light.
Strana 134 - Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink. spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Strana 116 - The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. Yea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who helped thee flee in fear. Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.
Strana 48 - Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, 'and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty.