Thanatopsis, Sella, and Other PoemsMacmillan Company, 1914 - 238 Seiten |
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45 Grave amid ancient APENNINES apple-tree beautiful beneath bloom blue Bob-o'-link boughs bower breath bright brook brow calm chee clouds cold CULLEN BRYANT dance dark and silent death deep dream dwell earth EDGAR ALLAN POE Edited eyes fair Fling flowers forest gaze gentle glad glide glistening glorious grass grave green hand hear heart heaven hills Hymn Iliad Julius Cæsar land light LITTELL's Living Age look lovers walk maiden merry mighty mould mountain murmur night o'er pass poem river Robert of Lincoln rock round ruffed grouse savannas Sella shade Shakespeare's silent lake sleep smile snow snow-maiden soft song sound Spink spring stars stream summer sweet Thanatopsis thee thine thou hast thou shalt trees Uncle John vale voice walk wandering waters wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM TELL wind wind-flower winter woods Yellow Violet ΙΟ
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Seite 201 - 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.
Seite 227 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Seite 3 - 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.
Seite 1 - 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...
Seite 67 - Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 2 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Seite 1 - 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.
Seite 60 - 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.
Seite 172 - White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee,...
Seite 8 - 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.