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" Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? "
The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan - Страница 27
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The Saturday Magazine, Том 12

1838 - 274 страници
...thoii pursue Thy solitary way 'f Vainly tlin fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thec 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 gink On the chafed ocean-side ? There is...

Fly

1839 - 320 страници
...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...solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy dbtant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Том 1

William Hone - 1839 - 874 страници
...distinctly for a considerable time along the Hammersmith-road. The shadows of evening were lengthening, and midst falling dew, While glow the Heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths it did pursue It* solitary way."* SIM; v I SERMONS. [n London, on Easter Monday and Tuesday, the Spital...

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

George Willson - 1840 - 298 страници
...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, Томове 1–2

James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 556 страници
...the northem district of New-York. J. TI»1J>, rTERTOTYPER. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. * Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...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,...

Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to Cathay

James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 502 страници
...New-York. J. FAOAM. STEE10TTFBK. (2) AliP CO., FE1HTIRS. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...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...

The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes

George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 страници
...of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.— BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...

Woodnotes: For All Seasons

1842 - 294 страници
...the land we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. Srgant. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...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-tide ? There is...

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WRITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

Attractions of Language, Or A Popular View of Natural Language: In All Its ...

Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 214 страници
...opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...




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