The Life and Works of William Cullen Bryant, Svazek 3D. Appleton, 1883 |
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Strana 22
... blooms of May , I passed thee on thy humble stalk . So they , who climb to wealth , forget The friends in darker fortunes tried . I copied them - but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride . And when again the genial hour Awakes ...
... blooms of May , I passed thee on thy humble stalk . So they , who climb to wealth , forget The friends in darker fortunes tried . I copied them - but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride . And when again the genial hour Awakes ...
Strana 29
... blooms , And herbs were wanting , which the pious hand Might plant or scatter there , these gentle rites Passed out of use . Now they are scarcely known , And rarely in our borders may you meet The tall larch , sighing in the burial ...
... blooms , And herbs were wanting , which the pious hand Might plant or scatter there , these gentle rites Passed out of use . Now they are scarcely known , And rarely in our borders may you meet The tall larch , sighing in the burial ...
Strana 73
... cruel ones ; Ye fell , in your fresh and blooming prime , All innocent , for your father's crime . He sinned - but he paid the price of his guilt When his blood by a nameless hand was spilt ; MARCH . TH HE stormy March is come at last 77.
... cruel ones ; Ye fell , in your fresh and blooming prime , All innocent , for your father's crime . He sinned - but he paid the price of his guilt When his blood by a nameless hand was spilt ; MARCH . TH HE stormy March is come at last 77.
Strana 77
... , in your fresh and blooming prime , All innocent , for your father's crime . He sinned - but he paid the price of his guilt When his blood by a nameless hand was spilt ; When he strove with the heathen host in vain , 77.
... , in your fresh and blooming prime , All innocent , for your father's crime . He sinned - but he paid the price of his guilt When his blood by a nameless hand was spilt ; When he strove with the heathen host in vain , 77.
Strana 78
... bloom of his face . 64 Oh , what an hour for a mother's heart , When the pitiless ruffians tore us apart ! When I clasped their knees and wept and prayed , And struggled and shrieked to Heaven for aid , And clung to my sons with ...
... bloom of his face . 64 Oh , what an hour for a mother's heart , When the pitiless ruffians tore us apart ! When I clasped their knees and wept and prayed , And struggled and shrieked to Heaven for aid , And clung to my sons with ...
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Strana 306 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Strana 17 - 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.
Strana 18 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which 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 213 - TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN. 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...
Strana 149 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Strana 15 - 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 16 - 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...
Strana 25 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has 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, 30 In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Strana 25 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Strana 125 - 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. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And sfiot toward heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with...