Poems, collected and arranged by the author. Author's ed, العدد 626 |
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William Cullen Bryant. POEMS . THE AGES . I. WHEN to the common rest that crowns our days , Called in the noon of life , the good man goes , Or full of years , and ripe in wisdom , lays His silver temples in their last repose ; When , o ...
William Cullen Bryant. POEMS . THE AGES . I. WHEN to the common rest that crowns our days , Called in the noon of life , the good man goes , Or full of years , and ripe in wisdom , lays His silver temples in their last repose ; When , o ...
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... rest From thine abominations ; after - times , That yet shall read thy tale , will tremble at thy crimes ! XVII . Yet there was that within thee which has saved Thy glory , and redeemed thy blotted name ; The story of thy better deeds ...
... rest From thine abominations ; after - times , That yet shall read thy tale , will tremble at thy crimes ! XVII . Yet there was that within thee which has saved Thy glory , and redeemed thy blotted name ; The story of thy better deeds ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
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... rest , Whose branching pines rise dark and high And hear the breezes of the West Among the thread - like foliage sigh . Sweet Zephyr ! why that sound of woe ? Is not thy home among the flowers ? Do not the bright June roses blow , To ...
... rest , Whose branching pines rise dark and high And hear the breezes of the West Among the thread - like foliage sigh . Sweet Zephyr ! why that sound of woe ? Is not thy home among the flowers ? Do not the bright June roses blow , To ...
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amid Apennines autumn beauty behold beneath bird bloom blossoms blue boughs bower breath bright brook brow calm Calypso chee clouds Cornhill Crown 8vo dark death deep dream dwell earth eyes fair Fcap fear flowers forest gaze gentle glad glide glorious glory grass grave green groves hand haunts hear heart heaven Hesba Stretton hills hour insect wings land leaves light look maid maiden maize Maquon mighty morning Mortimer Collins mountains murmur night o'er Oh father Pall Mall Gazette pass path pleasant rest rill Rizpah rock round savannas shade shadow shalt shining shore sight silent sleep smile snow soft song sorrow sound spring stream summer sunny sunshine sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast trees Ulysses vale voice walk wandering waters waves weary weep wild wind wind-flower woods youth
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الصفحة 24 - 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 103 - 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 93 - Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow. But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Should keep them lingering by my tomb. These to their softened hearts should bear The thought of what has been, And speak of one who cannot share The gladness of the scene ; Whose part in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills, Is — that his grave is green ! And deeply would...
الصفحة 88 - 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.
الصفحة 202 - Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot. The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown — yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born.
الصفحة 25 - 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.
الصفحة 25 - VYNER (Lady Mary). Every day a Portion. Adapted from the Bible and the Prayer Book, for the Private Devotions of those living in Widowhood.
الصفحة 28 - The Hymn Book consists of Three Parts:— I. For Public Worship.— II. For Family and Private Worship. —III. For Children. %* Published in various forms and prices, the latter ranging from %d.
الصفحة 23 - 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 102 - 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, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?