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" 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 sky, Thy... "
Makers of American Literature: A Class-book on American Literature - 244. oldal
szerző: Edwin Winfield Bowen - 1908 - 410 oldal
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Fly

1839 - 320 oldal
...through a want of mental courage ; as some people shudder at plunging into a old tath from weak nerves. TO A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last step ol day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's...

Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 oldal
...brow, It vanishes from human eye, And that which sprung of earth is now A portion of the glorious sky. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...mark thy distant 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...

The Remembrancer: Or, Fragments for Leisure Hours ...

Association for the Improvement of Juvenile Books - 1841 - 250 oldal
...who bears the impress of eternity, and is irradiated with some beams of the celestial glory. JAMES. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While...mark thy distant 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...

The Poets of America, 1. kötet

John Keese - 1840 - 304 oldal
...iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in his well. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WC BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekst thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

The Poets of America, 1. kötet

John Keese - 1840 - 300 oldal
...iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in his well. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WC BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekst thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

The Sporting review, ed. by 'Craven'.

John William Carleton - 1840 - 548 oldal
...genius as genuine and unaffected sensibility. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heaven» with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy...mark thy distant 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...

Mercedes of Castile, Or, The Voyage to Cathay, 1-2. kötet

James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 556 oldal
...and for the northem district of New-York. J. TI»1J>, rTERTOTYPER. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. * Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" BRYANT. ' \ THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted it was profound,...

The American Class-reader: Containing a Series of Lessons in Reading; with ...

George Willson - 1840 - 298 oldal
...or you either 1 but to satisfy my own curiosity. LESSON CXI. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. 1 WHITHEH, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...

Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to Cathay

James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 502 oldal
...district of New-York. J. FAOAM. STEE10TTFBK. (2) AliP CO., FE1HTIRS. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue ThyKjSary way?" BRYANT. THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted it...

American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two ...

1841 - 376 oldal
...plighted faith again renew — We meet, O joy ! no more to sever. TO A WATERFOWL. WILLIAM C. BRYANT. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant 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...




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