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...and high ancestral hall, Of the times that were, of old. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYAST. Whither, 'midst falling dew. While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do tbee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

...of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHEH, "midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...pursue Thy solitary way . Vainly the fowler's eye Mignt mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats...

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...lonely flight of the water-fowl. Veneration prompted the inquiry, — "' Whither 'midst falling dew When glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy steps dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? " Sometimes, in musing upon genius in its simpler manifestations,...

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...with it, as with the repetition of some sweet old melody, for very sweet and melodious we think it. TO A WATER-FOWL. ' WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Vainly the...

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