 | 1835 - 430 страници
...Gibbon. TO THE EVENING WIND.— BHYAKT. Spirit that breathcst through my lattice, thou Thai coolest the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their epray. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thce To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea !... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 страници
...train depart, ; The memory of sorrow grows A lighter burden on the heart. 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... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 страници
...summer rose For younger, blither brows ; Tell me of change and death. ANoN. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT, that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone— a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
 | 1836 - 282 страници
...BREEZE. SPIRIT thafr breathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st the twilight of the Rnltry dny ! Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou...their spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome tliee To the scorcli'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone : — a thousand bosoms round lulmlc... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1837 - 342 страници
...of which is To the Evening Wind, is presented as a specimen of the manner of this poet — * 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1837 - 350 страници
...of which is To the EveningWind, is presented as a specimen of the manner of this poet — * 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1837 - 338 страници
...presented as a specimen of the manner of this poet — * Spirit that breatliest through my lattice, them That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully...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... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1837 - 338 страници
...That coolest the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully blows the freshness round my brow ; Thou bast been out 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.... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1838 - 270 страници
...thy narrow glen, Shalt mock the fading race of men. LESSON XC. To the Evening Wind.—BRYANT. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee... | |
 | 1839 - 430 страници
...spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid forms rise... | |
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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,... 
