Thanatopsis and Other PoemsClark & Maynard, 1881 - 40 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... cold ground , Where thy pale form was laid , with many tears , Nor in th ' embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image . Earth , that nourished thee , shall claim * The word Thanatopsis signifies a view or contemplation of death ; from the ...
... cold ground , Where thy pale form was laid , with many tears , Nor in th ' embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image . Earth , that nourished thee , shall claim * The word Thanatopsis signifies a view or contemplation of death ; from the ...
الصفحة 11
... cold ground , Where thy pale form was laid , with many tears , 20 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 ...
... cold ground , Where thy pale form was laid , with many tears , 20 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 ...
الصفحة 15
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
الصفحة 23
... cold skies , Thou keep'st thy old unmoving station yet , Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train , Nor dipp'st thy virgin orb in the blue western main . There , at morn's rosy birth , Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air ...
... cold skies , Thou keep'st thy old unmoving station yet , Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train , Nor dipp'st thy virgin orb in the blue western main . There , at morn's rosy birth , Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air ...
الصفحة 25
... cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again . 10 The wind - flower and the violet , they perished long ago , And the brier - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden ...
... cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again . 10 The wind - flower and the violet , they perished long ago , And the brier - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden ...
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ages Autumn Woods beauty bed with thee bird blank verse blossoms blue Bob-o'-link boughs breath breeze bright Bryant chee cold complaining brooks Cummington dark death depths earth edition of 1821 English fair Fellow-Worshippers flattered stream flowers forest gaze Gentian gentle glad glides gloom golden sun Green River hath haunts heart heaven herbs hills hour human trace Hymn Introductory Note.-The Kellogg's kiss leaves light lines literature lonely meadows murmur muses nature nest never night Note.-This o'er painted Parke Godwin passages from Blair's pierce Plainfield plant the apple-tree poem poem was written poet poet's poetic poetry quiet Ring-dove Robert of Lincoln round rustling says sere shade shalt thou silent sing smile softly solemn song sound spank Spink spirit spring stanza Star summer sunny sweet Thanatopsis thine Thou hast thou shalt tread trees wandering Waterfowl waters wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind-flower wings youth
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الصفحة 12 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
الصفحة 26 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
الصفحة 13 - 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 favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 11 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
الصفحة 9 - 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.
الصفحة 24 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
الصفحة 15 - 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?
الصفحة 25 - 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.
الصفحة 11 - To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon.
الصفحة 13 - 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.