 | 1847 - 648 страници
...it is the heart of summer. How reviving, after the heat of the day, is the evening breeze ! " Spirit that breathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st...their spray, And swelling the white sail : I welcome theeTo the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! " Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale... | |
 | Timothy Flint - 1830 - 696 страници
...lattice, thou That cool'et the twilight of the sultry day ; Gratefully flows thy freshness round ray brow — Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their And swelling the white sail. I welcome Ihee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the SOB '. ' Nor... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 страници
...unknown before; and tears, That angels might have shed, my heart dissolved. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray,... | |
 | 1832 - 650 страници
...pleasing and picturesque, yet we recognize in the sketch none of the freedom of supenor genius. ' Spirit that breathest through my lattice — thou That cool'st...upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue wave till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail.... | |
 | 1832 - 952 страници
...THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice— thou That cool'st the twilight of thé sultry day — Gratefully flows thy freshness round...upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue wave till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spny. And swelling the white sail.... | |
 | 1832 - 868 страници
...all day the wild blue wa?e till now Roughening their crests, and scattering high their And .welling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea I Nor 1 alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight. And languid forms... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1833 - 288 страници
...narrow glen, Shalt mock the fading race of men. LESSON XC. To the Evening Wind.—BRYANT. That eool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all... | |
 | 1834 - 402 страници
...the wide bloom, on earth that lies, Seems of a brighter world than ours. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms... | |
 | 1834 - 406 страници
...WIND. Srurr that breatheat through my lattiee, thou That .-....;-: the twilight of the sultry day, v Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou...day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their erests, and seattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I weleome thee To the seorehed... | |
 | 1835 - 430 страници
...for genius. — Gibbon. TO THE EVENING Spirit that brealhcst through my lattice, thou That coolest sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms... | |
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SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests,... 
