 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 456 страници
...harmony in the flow of the stanza, — gentleness of feeling, and richness of philosopby.— l^o. 23 Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou...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... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1849 - 80 страници
...3. Relative Pronouns. Let us look forward to the end of that century | which has commenced. Spirit | that breathest through my lattice, thou | That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day. His natural instinct discovers | what knowledge can perform. There is not a great author here | who... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1850 - 88 страници
...3. Relative Pronouns. Let us look forward to the end of that century | which has commenced. Spirit | that breathest through my lattice, thou | That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day. His natural instinct discovers | what knowledge can perform. There is not a great author here | who... | |
 | Sarah C. Carter - 1850 - 144 страници
...ere he is aware." To the Evening Wind. " Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou Thatcool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; 112 CHOICE GIFT, OB Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 страници
...burn, Earliest the light of life departs, But lingers with the cold and stern. 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... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 страници
...Post. Mr. Bryant's rank as a poet is among the very first in our country. TO THE EVENING WIND.^K SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wijd blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the... | |
 | 1918 - 798 страници
...cool'sl the twilight of the sultry day ! Gratefully (lows thy frcsbne*. round my brow ; Thou ha*t hern out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild...their crests, and scattering high their spray, And welling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thon wanderer of the sea t Nor I alone... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 страници
...And deeply would their hearts rejoice To hear, again, his living voice. 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 страници
...burn, Earliest the light of life departs, But lingers with the cold and stern. THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...their crests, and scattering high their spray And sweDing the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Nor I alone—a... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - 1852 - 364 страници
...which is occupied with Mr Bryant's address to the " Evening Wind." TO THE EVENING WIND. •' SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...now. Roughening their crests, and scattering high tiieir spr«v. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the... | |
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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,... 
