The Life and Works of William Cullen Bryant, 第 3 卷D. Appleton, 1883 |
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... murmurs through , Have named the stream from its own fair hue . Yet pure its waters - its shallows are bright With colored pebbles and sparkles of light , And clear the depths where its eddies play , And dimples deepen and whirl away ...
... murmurs through , Have named the stream from its own fair hue . Yet pure its waters - its shallows are bright With colored pebbles and sparkles of light , And clear the depths where its eddies play , And dimples deepen and whirl away ...
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... murmur of fairy shout , From dawn to the blush of another day , Like traveller singing along his way . That fairy music I never hear , Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear , And mark them winding away from sight , Darkened with ...
... murmur of fairy shout , From dawn to the blush of another day , Like traveller singing along his way . That fairy music I never hear , Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear , And mark them winding away from sight , Darkened with ...
第 42 頁
... ; - When not a shade of pain or ill Dims the bright smile of Nature's face , Thou lov'st to sigh and murmur still . Great Barrington , 1821 . Dana's " Idle Man , " 1821 . WH A WALK AT SUNSET . HEN insect wings are 42.
... ; - When not a shade of pain or ill Dims the bright smile of Nature's face , Thou lov'st to sigh and murmur still . Great Barrington , 1821 . Dana's " Idle Man , " 1821 . WH A WALK AT SUNSET . HEN insect wings are 42.
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... murmurs . But the scene Is lovely round ; a beautiful river there Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads , The paradise he made unto himself , Mining the soil for ages . On each side . The fields swell upward to the hills ; beyond ...
... murmurs . But the scene Is lovely round ; a beautiful river there Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads , The paradise he made unto himself , Mining the soil for ages . On each side . The fields swell upward to the hills ; beyond ...
第 115 頁
... murmur by the hedge that skirts the way , The cricket chirp upon the.russet lea , And man delight to linger in thy ray . Yet one rich smile , and we will try to bear The piercing winter frost , and winds , and darkened air . Great ...
... murmur by the hedge that skirts the way , The cricket chirp upon the.russet lea , And man delight to linger in thy ray . Yet one rich smile , and we will try to bear The piercing winter frost , and winds , and darkened air . Great ...
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第 306 頁 - 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.
第 17 頁 - 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.
第 18 頁 - 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.
第 213 頁 - TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN. 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...
第 149 頁 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
第 15 頁 - 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.
第 16 頁 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being...
第 25 頁 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who. from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 30 In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
第 25 頁 - 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. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
第 125 頁 - 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. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And sfiot toward heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with...