Poems by William Cullen BryantCarey and Hart, 1849 - 378 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... hearts , the days gone by , - . When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in many a heart that long has slept , — Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped- B 2 ...
... hearts , the days gone by , - . When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept , And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye , And beat in many a heart that long has slept , — Like spots of earth where angel - feet have stepped- B 2 ...
الصفحة 21
... heart to mercy , pleading long , And sought out gentle deeds to gladden life ; The weak , against the sons of spoil and wrong , Banded , and watched their hamlets , and grew strong . States rose , and , in the shadow of their might ...
... heart to mercy , pleading long , And sought out gentle deeds to gladden life ; The weak , against the sons of spoil and wrong , Banded , and watched their hamlets , and grew strong . States rose , and , in the shadow of their might ...
الصفحة 26
... heart and innocent hands , Are all the proud and pompous modes to gain The smile of heaven ; -till a new age expands Its white and holy wings above the peaceful lands . XXV . For look again on the past years ; 26 POEMS .
... heart and innocent hands , Are all the proud and pompous modes to gain The smile of heaven ; -till a new age expands Its white and holy wings above the peaceful lands . XXV . For look again on the past years ; 26 POEMS .
الصفحة 32
... heart ; - Go forth , under the open sky , and list To Nature's teachings , while from all around- Earth and her waters , and the depths of air , — Comes a still voice - Yet a few days , and thee The all - beholding sun shall see no more ...
... heart ; - Go forth , under the open sky , and list To Nature's teachings , while from all around- Earth and her waters , and the depths of air , — Comes a still voice - Yet a few days , and thee The all - beholding sun shall see no more ...
الصفحة 38
... heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men And made thee loathe thy life . The primal curse Fell , it is true , upon the unsinning earth , But not in vengeance . God hath yoked to guilt Her pale ...
... heart . Thou wilt find nothing here Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men And made thee loathe thy life . The primal curse Fell , it is true , upon the unsinning earth , But not in vengeance . God hath yoked to guilt Her pale ...
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POEMS BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT <span dir=ltr>William Cullen 1794-1878 Bryant</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
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الصفحة 41 - 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 32 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
الصفحة 340 - When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched His bolts, and with his lightnings smitten thee. They could not quench the life thou hast from heaven.
الصفحة 207 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the...
الصفحة 219 - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; - a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.
الصفحة 153 - THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. 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. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
الصفحة 132 - ... breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. 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.
الصفحة 218 - These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful. For which the speech of England has no name— The Prairies.
الصفحة 34 - 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.
الصفحة 32 - 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.