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... comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land sea . The sun , the gorgeous sun is thine , The pomp that brings and shuts the day , The clouds that round him change and shine , The airs that fan his way . Thence look the thoughtful ...
... comes down from thee Bathes in deep joy the land sea . The sun , the gorgeous sun is thine , The pomp that brings and shuts the day , The clouds that round him change and shine , The airs that fan his way . Thence look the thoughtful ...
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... 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 , * This much admired poem was first published in 1817 , in the North American Review . The ...
... 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 , * This much admired poem was first published in 1817 , in the North American Review . The ...
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... Comes a still voice - 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 ...
... Comes a still voice - 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 ...
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... come , And make their bed with thee . As the long train Of ages glide away , the sons of men , The youth in life's green spring , and he who goes In the ... comes to join The innumerable caravan , that moves To the pale realms 8 BRYANT .
... come , And make their bed with thee . As the long train Of ages glide away , the sons of men , The youth in life's green spring , and he who goes In the ... comes to join The innumerable caravan , that moves To the pale realms 8 BRYANT .
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... wind That still delays its coming . Why so slow , Gentle and voluble spirit of the air ? O come , and breathe upon the fainting earth Coolness and life . Is it that in his caves He hears me ? See , on yonder woody ridge BRYANT . Summer ...
... wind That still delays its coming . Why so slow , Gentle and voluble spirit of the air ? O come , and breathe upon the fainting earth Coolness and life . Is it that in his caves He hears me ? See , on yonder woody ridge BRYANT . Summer ...
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Page 8 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 4 - 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.
Page 200 - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 275 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Page 274 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Page 38 - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
Page 88 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.
Page 11 - March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
Page 153 - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
Page 7 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, 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.