| Robert Walsh - 1836 - 522 страници
...language of feeling. An unpretending beauty marks the following lines, " To a Waterfowl." " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Might mark thy distant flight to do thfe wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, '' Vainly the... | |
| Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 страници
...cold clay—we grieve to bear it To its chamber—but we must. CI. TO A WATERFOWL.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...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... | |
| Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 страници
...heavens with the last steps of-day, Far through 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 fowler's eye Thy figure floats along. " Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,... | |
| William Hone - 1837 - 874 страници
...son, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maize of river wide, Or where the rocky billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean's side ? There is... | |
| Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1837 - 344 страници
...is to one of these birds that Mr. Bryant's beautiful lines, to a water-fowl, are addressed. Whither) 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and... | |
| William Hone - 1837 - 936 страници
...ton, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-XOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thec wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink... | |
| 1837 - 232 страници
...dew. While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost tliou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Or where the rocking billows rise and gink On the chafed ocean side? .* There is a Power whose care... | |
| Henry Duncan - 1837 - 426 страници
...allude to this instinct of migration, and to the feelings it ever ought to inspire : — " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? * * * * " There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and... | |
| 1838 - 272 страници
...of ( .V i . j TO A WATERFOWL. Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last stops of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sick On the chafed ocean-side ? There is... | |
| 1838 - 544 страници
...dost thou puimiu Thy solitary way 'i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thoe wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side ? There ¡sa... | |
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