PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 82
... bring the blood into my cheek , Passed o'er me ; and I wrote , on high , A name I deemed should never die . Years change thee not . Upon yon hill The tall old maples , verdant still , Yet tell , in grandeur of decay , How swift the ...
... bring the blood into my cheek , Passed o'er me ; and I wrote , on high , A name I deemed should never die . Years change thee not . Upon yon hill The tall old maples , verdant still , Yet tell , in grandeur of decay , How swift the ...
الصفحة 85
... bring , And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring . And , in thy reign of blast and storm , Smiles many a long , bright , sunny day , When the changed winds are soft and warm , And heaven puts on the ...
... bring , And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring . And , in thy reign of blast and storm , Smiles many a long , bright , sunny day , When the changed winds are soft and warm , And heaven puts on the ...
الصفحة 86
... kindly promise yet . Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . SONNET TO 87 SONNET TO Ay , thou art for 86 POEMS .
... kindly promise yet . Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . SONNET TO 87 SONNET TO Ay , thou art for 86 POEMS .
الصفحة 87
... bring the fatal hour . Glide softly to thy rest then ; Death should come Gently , to one of gentle mould like thee , As light winds wandering through groves of bloom Detach the delicate blossom from the tree . Close thy sweet eyes ...
... bring the fatal hour . Glide softly to thy rest then ; Death should come Gently , to one of gentle mould like thee , As light winds wandering through groves of bloom Detach the delicate blossom from the tree . Close thy sweet eyes ...
الصفحة 93
... brings Music of birds , and rustling of young boughs , And sound of swaying branches , and the voice Of distant waterfalls . All the green herbs Are stirring in his breath ; a thousand flowers , By the road - side and the borders of the ...
... brings Music of birds , and rustling of young boughs , And sound of swaying branches , and the voice Of distant waterfalls . All the green herbs Are stirring in his breath ; a thousand flowers , By the road - side and the borders of the ...
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amid beauty behold beneath bird bloom blossoms blue boughs breath bright brook brow BURIAL-PLACE calm chipping sparrow clouds dark day-dawn dead death deep deer dwell earth ENGRAVED eyes fair flowers forest gathered gaze gentle glad glen glide glorious glory grass grave Greece green GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS GREEN RIVER groves gushing hand hear heart heaven hills hour HUMPHRYS HYMN Indian insect wings land leaves light look lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mighty heart morning murmur night o'er pass PITCAIRN'S ISLAND pleasant rill rivulet Rizpah rocks round savannas shade shine shore sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit spring stream summer sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast Thou shalt trees tribes tulip-tree vale voice wandering watch waters weep wild William Cullen Bryant wind wind-flower woods youth
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الصفحة 37 - 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 29 - 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. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - 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 303 - For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born. Truth; crushed to earth, shall rise again ; 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...
الصفحة 136 - There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming bird.
الصفحة 130 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
الصفحة 200 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
الصفحة 194 - Love, that midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
الصفحة 30 - 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.