 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 頁
...brightening glory of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.— BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 214 頁
...present opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river... | |
 | 1842 - 294 頁
...speed us To the land we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. Srgant. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...flight, to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 頁
...; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WRITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 頁
...may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 250 頁
...present opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly tha fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson... | |
 | J. Cypress - 1842 - 274 頁
...woodcock getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. * COLLINEOMANIA. NO. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question. We will bet a bag of buckshot, that... | |
 | J. Cypress - 1842 - 268 頁
...woodcock getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. COLLINEOMANIA. No. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " 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 ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 頁
...toss'd and weary bark Gains the sure haven of her final rest. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM C. BBYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river... | |
 | 1843 - 184 頁
...be proud, Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure ! WORDSWORTH. TO A WATER FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river... | |
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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... 
