Poems of William Cullen BryantHumphrey Milford, 1914 - 371 strani |
Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
amid apple-tree Atlantic Monthly beauty behold beneath beside bird bloom blossoms blue Bob-o'-link boughs breath bright brine brook brow calm Calypso chee cheek clouds dark death deep didst dost dream dwell earth eyes fair fair brows fear fields flowers forest Francisco de Rioja gathered gaze gentle glittering glorious glory grave green GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS hand haply haunt hear heart heaven hills hour land leaves light listen look maiden mighty morning mountain murmur night o'er Oh father pass path pleasant poem PROVENÇAL rise rock round ruffed grouse savannas shade shadow shalt shining shore sight silent sleep smile snow soft song sorrow sound spring stars Stockbridge stream strong summer sunshine sweep sweet tears thee thine thou art torrent stream trees Ulysses vale voice walk wandering waters waves wild wind woodland woods York Ledger youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 11 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Stran 17 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply hath 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, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Stran 12 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Stran 171 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Stran 122 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Stran 12 - Will share thy destiny. 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.
Stran 217 - Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note. Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! Chee, chee, chee.
Stran 217 - Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight : There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Nice good wife that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Stran 68 - Here is continual worship ; nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, 'midst its herbs, Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace Are here to speak of thee.
Stran 16 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering but not lost.