PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 376 pages |
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... Mountain After a Tempest Autumn Woods . Sonnet . - Mutation . Sonnet . - November . · Song of the Greek Amazon To a Cloud . . The Murdered Traveller . Hymn to the North Star . The Lapse of Time Song of the Stars • A Forest Hymn . . 66 ...
... Mountain After a Tempest Autumn Woods . Sonnet . - Mutation . Sonnet . - November . · Song of the Greek Amazon To a Cloud . . The Murdered Traveller . Hymn to the North Star . The Lapse of Time Song of the Stars • A Forest Hymn . . 66 ...
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... mountain's distant head ” The Evening Wind . . 202 205 206 " When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam " . " Innocent child and snow - white flower " To the River Arve . . 208 210 211 Sonnet . - To Cole , the Painter ...
... mountain's distant head ” The Evening Wind . . 202 205 206 " When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam " . " Innocent child and snow - white flower " To the River Arve . . 208 210 211 Sonnet . - To Cole , the Painter ...
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... Mountain Boys A Presentiment . The Child's Funeral The Battlefield . The Future Life • • The Death of Schiller . The Fountain The Winds • The Old Man's Counsel • • Lines in Memory of William Leggett An Evening Revery The Painted Cup A ...
... Mountain Boys A Presentiment . The Child's Funeral The Battlefield . The Future Life • • The Death of Schiller . The Fountain The Winds • The Old Man's Counsel • • Lines in Memory of William Leggett An Evening Revery The Painted Cup A ...
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... the spot I came to seek , - My fathers ' ancient burial - place . " An Indian at the Burial - place of his Fathers , p . 94 . LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS . 13 MONUMENT MOUNTAIN . ENGRAVED 12 LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS .
... the spot I came to seek , - My fathers ' ancient burial - place . " An Indian at the Burial - place of his Fathers , p . 94 . LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS . 13 MONUMENT MOUNTAIN . ENGRAVED 12 LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS .
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... Mountain , p . 106 . FAIREST OF THE RURAL MAIDS . ENGRAVED BY W. HUMPHRYS . " Oh , fairest of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades . " Oh fairest of the Rural Maids , p . 135 . THE NEW MOON . ENGRAVED BY G. H. CUSHMAN ...
... Mountain , p . 106 . FAIREST OF THE RURAL MAIDS . ENGRAVED BY W. HUMPHRYS . " Oh , fairest of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades . " Oh fairest of the Rural Maids , p . 135 . THE NEW MOON . ENGRAVED BY G. H. CUSHMAN ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.