Poems: By William Cullen BryantD. Appleton, 1862 - 264 páginas |
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... ! thy flourishing cities were a spoil Unto each other ; thy hard hand oppressed And crushed the helpless ; thou didst make thy soil Drunk with the blood of those that loved thee best ; And thou didst drive , from thy unnatural breast ,
... ! thy flourishing cities were a spoil Unto each other ; thy hard hand oppressed And crushed the helpless ; thou didst make thy soil Drunk with the blood of those that loved thee best ; And thou didst drive , from thy unnatural breast ,
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... breast , Thy just and brave to die in distant climes ; Earth shuddered at thy deeds , and sighed for rest From thine abominations ; after times , That yet shall read thy tale , will tremble at thy crimes XVII . Yet there was that within ...
... breast , Thy just and brave to die in distant climes ; Earth shuddered at thy deeds , and sighed for rest From thine abominations ; after times , That yet shall read thy tale , will tremble at thy crimes XVII . Yet there was that within ...
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... breast , And wrapped thee in the bison's hide , And laid the food that pleased thee best , In plenty , by thy side , And decked thee bravely , as became A warrior of illustrious name . " Thou'rt happy now , for thou hast passed The long ...
... breast , And wrapped thee in the bison's hide , And laid the food that pleased thee best , In plenty , by thy side , And decked thee bravely , as became A warrior of illustrious name . " Thou'rt happy now , for thou hast passed The long ...
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... breast , And scattered in the furrows lie The weapons of his rest ; And there , in the loose sand , is thrown Of his large arm the mouldering bone . Ah , little thought the strong and brave Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth- Or ...
... breast , And scattered in the furrows lie The weapons of his rest ; And there , in the loose sand , is thrown Of his large arm the mouldering bone . Ah , little thought the strong and brave Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth- Or ...
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... breast ; The holy peace , that fills the air Of those calm solitudes . is there . * I BROKE THE SPELL THAT HELD ME LONG I BROKE the spell that held me long , The dear , dear witchery of song . I said , the poet's idle lore Shall waste ...
... breast ; The holy peace , that fills the air Of those calm solitudes . is there . * I BROKE THE SPELL THAT HELD ME LONG I BROKE the spell that held me long , The dear , dear witchery of song . I said , the poet's idle lore Shall waste ...
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amid beauty beneath bird blood bloom blossoms blue boughs breast breath bright brook brow calm clouds dark dead death deep deer dreams dwell earth EARTH'S CHILDREN eyes fair flowers forest gaze gentle glad glen glide glittering glorious glory grass grave Greece green GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour HYMN land leaves light look lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon MARY MAGDALEN mighty mighty heart morning mountain murmur night o'er pass pleasant PROVENÇAL rest rill Rizpah rocks round ruffed grouse rustling savannas shade shadow shine shore sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound spirit spring Stockbridge stream summer sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast trees tulip-tree vale voice walk wandering warriors waters weep wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wind-flower WINDECK wings woods youth
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Página 24 - 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.
Página 25 - Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales, Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Página 25 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 30 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 89 - My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence round me, — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever.
Página 26 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. 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.
Página 102 - 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.
Página 227 - Freedom, thou art not, as poets dream, A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, And wavy tresses, gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave 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 31 * His bolts, and with his lightnings...
Página 144 - THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue. That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes...
Página 87 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised...