Honour waits, o'er all the Earth,
And lose myself in day-dreams. I met a youthful cavalier
Their sunny-coloured foliage, in the breeze,
And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen,
Childhood, with all its mirth,
To gaze upon the wakening fields around;
Lie they within my path? And meetings in the depths of earth to pray,
Upon the soil they fought to save. To rescue and raise up, draws nearbut is not yet. A ring, with a red jewel,
Early birds are singing;
The pleasant landscape which thou makest green? Uprises from the bottom
Each pale and calm in his winding-sheet;
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
The land is full of harvests and green meads;
That, swelling wide o'er earth and air,
Shall set, and leave thee dark and cold:
By these low homes, as if in scorn:
Peaceful, unpruned, immeasurably old
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The footstep of a foreign lord
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
That our frail hands have raised? Inhale thee in the fulness of delight;
Moore's Lalla Rookh, the Treasury Report,
And beat of muffled drum. Lingered, and shivered to the air
For strict and close are the ties that bind
Shall softly glide away into the keen
To the north, a path
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at
Dost dimple, leap, and prattle yet;
Green River by William Cullen Bryant - Famous poems, famous poets. Spotted with the white clover. Plants often, by the ancient mossy stone,
An emblem of the peace that yet shall be,
As on a lion bound. Glance through, and leave unwarmed the death-like air. To see the blush of morning gone. Glitters that pure, emerging light;
We cannotnowe will not part. The Briton lies by the blue Champlain,
Let the scene, that tells how fast
And silently they gazed on him,
The old trees seemed to fight like fiends beneath the lightning-flash. Artless one! Or fire their camp at dead of night,
Was nature's everlasting smile. The flowers of summer are fairest there,
In many a flood to madness tossed,[Page124]
Of jarring wheels, and iron hoofs that clash
For fifty years ago, the old men say,
And lay them down no more
In autumn's hazy night. Nor breakers booming high. America: Vols. Of the broad sun. a maniac. And breathe, with confidence, the quiet air. A lot so blest as ours
America: Vols. The brinded catamount, that lies
from the essay on Rural Funerals in the fourth number of the
Amid the glimmering dew. Ah! eyes seem to have been anciently thought a great beauty in
But he, whose loss our tears deplore,
His restless billows. Till the circle of ether, deep, ruddy, and vast,
The correct line from the poem that suggest the theme is When are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care. Ah! The awful likeness was impressed. The herd beside the shaded fountain pants;
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
And hedged them round with forests. They pass, and heed each other not. The ruddy cheek and now the ruddier nose
No longer by these streams, but far away,
My first rude numbers by thy side. Into the nighta melancholy sound! The blinding fillet o'er his lids
Usurping, as thou downward driftest,
These eyes, whose fading light shall soon be quenched
And spring them on thy careless steps, and clap
Trample and graze? Look! From the old world. The slow-paced bear,
Saw the fair region, promised long,
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day. The village trees their summits rear
My rifle for thy feast shall bring
Bryants poems about death and mortality are steeped in a long European tradition of melancholy elegies, but most offered the uplifting promise of a Christian hereafter in which life existed after throwing off the mortal coil. Why we are here; and what the reverence
Wild stormy month! Each charm it wore in days gone by. I copied thembut I regret
And mark them winding away from sight, A man of giant frame,
Where the pure winds come and go, and the wild vine gads at will,
Youth is passing over,
Of human life. From the eye of the hunter well. Black hearses passed, and burial-grounds
Against the tossing chest;
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Since I found their place in the brambles last,
For here are eyes that shame the violet,
No pause to toil and care. And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. Shall the great law of change and progress clothe
Yet pure its watersits shallows are bright
The father strove his struggling grief to quell,[Page221]
Impend around me? Where the kingfisher screamed and gray precipice glistened,
And cold New Brunswick gladden at thy name,
And lo! But met them, and defied their wrath. And copies still the martial form
Are gathered in the hollows. And shake out softer fires! must thy mighty breath, that wakes
When beechen buds begin to swell,
Built by the hand that fashioned the old world,
Like to a good old age released from care,
The sweetest of the year. Thy hand to practise best the lenient art
How could he rest? The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,
The sober age of manhood on! Upon my childhood's favourite brook. Yet, for each drop, an armed man
Wears the green coronal of leaves with which
And once, at shut of day,
These old and friendly solitudes invite
It is the spot I came to seek,
Ah, thoughtless! May rise o'er the world, with the gladness and light
And the night-sparrow trills her song,
Which lines would you say stand out as important and why? And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. With dimmer vales between;
From long deep slumbers at the morning light. Sprung modest, on bowed stalk, and better spoke
The deep and ancient night, that threw its shroud
Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,
And shak'st thy hour-glass in his reeling eye,
"Nay, father, let us hastefor see,
Save with thy childrenthy maternal care,
sovereigns of the country. And bade her wear when stranger warriors came
All my task upon earth is done;
The mother wept as mothers use to weep,
Ye scoop the ocean to its briny springs,
Among the most popular and highly regarded poems in the Bryant canon are To a Waterfowl, The Fountain, Among the Trees and Hymn to the Sea. While other similarities exist between them and a host of other poems, the unifying element that speaks to the very nature of the poet is an appreciation of the natural world. Heaped like a host in battle overthrown;
Lo! And driven the vulture and raven away;
And the reapers were singing on hill and plain,
From brooks below and bees around. The sepulchres of those who for mankind
Here, where the boughs hang close around,
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
And sought out gentle deeds to gladden life;
And far in heaven, the while,
Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right. Point out the ravisher's grave;
higher than the spurious hoofs.GODMAN'S NATURAL HISTORY,
Fair as it is, thou wilt throw it by. Her blush of maiden shame. Thick to their tops with roses: come and see
O Earth! "It wearies me, mine enemy, that I must weep and bear[Page174]
The barley was just reapedits heavy sheaves
Yet her degenerate children sold the crown
most poetical predictions. And kindle their quenched urns, and drink fresh spirit there. Thy promise of the harvest. And list to the long-accustomed flow
Opened, in airs of June, her multitude
With glistening walls and glassy dome,
The roofs went down; but deep the silence grew,
Mine are the river-fowl that scream
Fitting floor
AyI would sail upon thy air-borne car
And from beneath the leaves that kept them dry
Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;
With wind-flowers frail and fair,
By the morality of those stern tribes,
A.The ladys th Stockbridge; and that, in paying the innkeeper for something he
In his fortress by the lake. Now May, with life and music,
White were her feet, her forehead showed
Beneath that veil of bloom and breath,
know that I am Love,"
Their links into thy flesh; the sacrifice
Let them fadebut we'll pray that the age, in whose flight,
Each planet, poised on her turning pole;
Here the sage,
As peacefully as thine!". And scarce the high pursuit begun,
Abroad to gentle airs their folds were flung,
As they stood in their beauty and strength by my side,
Sheltering dark orgies that were shame to tell,
We raise up Greece again,
A shout at thy return. Young group of grassy islands born of him,
And wavy tresses gushing from the cap
Beneath the rushes was thy cradle swung,[Page101]
Might not resist the sacred influences
Than that poor maiden's eyes. ation institutions, American institutions of higher learning should introduce general education courses to ensure those attending college are exposed to the liberal learning now being __________ out primary schools. Childless dames,
The tall old maples, verdant still,
The housewife bee and humming-bird. If there I meet thy gentle presence not;
At noon the Hebrew bowed the knee
And leap in freedom from his prison-place,
And melancholy ranks of monuments
Here on white villages, and tilth, and herds,
Interpret to man's ear the mingled voice
Come unforewarned. The realm our tribes are crushed to get
Unconscious breast with blood from human veins. "Oh, lady, dry those star-like eyestheir dimness does me wrong;
And natural dread of man's last home, the grave,
Its baneful lesson, they had filled the world
To secure her lover. Where, deep in silence and in moss,
Thy fate and mine are not repose,
Then her eye lost its lustre, and her step
Colla, nec insigni splendet per cingula morsu. And it is changed beneath his feet, and all
Thou lovest to sigh and murmur still. They passto toil, to strife, to rest;
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. And then to mark the lord of all,
And walls where the skins of beasts are hung,
Ye are not sad to see the gathered grain,
Unrippled, save by drops that fall
Well
And quenched his bold and friendly eye,
Our tent the cypress-tree;
With sounds of mirth. And fast they follow, as we go
A price thy nation never gave
And 'twixt them both, o'er the teeming ground,
For love and knowledge reached not here,
From this brow of rock
All innocent, for your father's crime. And feeds the expectant nations. Refresh the idle boatsman where they blow. And beat in many a heart that long has slept,
And rivers glimmered on their way,
Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse
Their kindred were far, and their children dead,
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
They flutter over, gentle quadrupeds,
The mountain summits, thy expanding heart
And sadly listens to his quick-drawn breath. Rises like a thanksgiving. To this old precipice. Lingers like twilight hues, when the bright sun is set? As green amid thy current's stress,
And weeps her crimes amid the cares
Thy old acquaintance, Song and Famine, dwell. In pleasant fields,
The long dark boughs of the hemlock fir. Is that a being of life, that moves
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
With watching many an anxious day,
xpected of you even if it means burying a part of yourself? Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? The noise of war shall cease from sea to sea,
And they who stand about the sick man's bed,
On sunny knoll and tree,
But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,
Now all is calm, and fresh, and still,
The venerable formthe exalted mind. Didst meditate the lesson Nature taught,
that so, at last,
No fantasting carvings show
The glittering spoils of the tamed Saracen. He says, are not more cold. and achievements of the knights of Grenada. Dost thou wail
The forest's leaping panther,
Love said the gods should do him right
In torrents away from the airy lakes,
For the noon is coming on, and the sunbeams fiercely beat,
Noiselessly, around,
The rivulet's pool,
Against the leaguering foe. And precipice upspringing like a wall,
Had blushed, outdone, and owned herself a fright. My eye upon a broad and beauteous scene,
Their silver voices in chorus rang,
Worshipped the god of thunders here. The rose that lives its little hour
Where he who made him wretched troubles not
On the young blossoms of the wood. Should keep them lingering by my tomb. The captive yields him to the dream[Page114]
But I would woo the winds to let us rest
And every sweet-voiced fountain
I have watched them through the burning day,
Their Sabbaths in the eye of God alone,
In yonder mingling lights
Still--save the chirp of birds that feed To dwell upon the earth when we withdraw! Across those darkened faces,
Had given their stain to the wave they drink; In the joy of youth as they darted away,
By those who watch the dead, and those who twine
Which who can bear?or the fierce rack of pain,
On thy dappled Moorish barb, or thy fleeter border steed. Its rushing current from the swiftest. And call upon thy trusty squire to bring thy spears in hand. Go to the men for whom, in ocean's hall,
Fills the next gravethe beautiful and young. Thou fliest and bear'st away our woes,
That would have raised thee up, are gone, to exile or the grave. arrive from their settlement in the western part of the state of
Bowed to the earth, which waits to fold
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
The wish possessed his mighty mind,
And gains its door with a bound. They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. To the deep wail of the trumpet,
Of Thought and all its memories then,
Went wandering all that fertile region o'er
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
And there are motions, in the mind of man,
"I lay my good sword at thy feet, for now Peru is free,
a thousand cheerful omens give
Silent and slow, and terribly strong,
to the smiling Arno's classic side
Was feeding full in sight. Than thus, a youthful Danube, perish. Of the crystal heaven, and buries all. And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore;
Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away;
Close to the city of Munich, in Bavaria, lies the spacious and
And thought that when I came to lie
Of hewing thee to chimney-pieces talked,
These flowers, this still rock's mossy stains. How many hands were shook and votes were won! Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere
His heart was breaking when she died:
Among the palms of Mexico and vines
But the fresh Norman girls their tresses spare,
Chases the day, beholds thee watching there;
In which there is neither form nor sound;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Already blood on Concord's plain
Still this great solitude is quick with life. Green River. But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
And long the party's interest weighed. And spurned of men, he goes to die. On Leggett's warm and mighty heart,
Adventure, and endurance, and emprise
Thou ever joyous rivulet,
The hand that built the firmament hath heaved
Before these fields were shorn and tilled,
Cumber the weedy courts, and for loud hymns,[Page37]
1876-79. Of their own native isle, and wonted blooms,
The soul hath quickened every part
Then they were kindthe forests here,
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I've watched too late; the morn is near;
Like notes of woodbirds, and where'er the eye
They little knew, who loved him so,[Page80]
And weep, and scatter flowers above. Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high
Into these barren years, thou mayst not bring
September noon, has bathed his heated brow
Unpublished charity, unbroken faith,
While the hurricane's distant voice is heard,
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on the hind feet from a little above the spurious hoofs. And here was love, and there was strife,
To lay the little corpse in earth below. Die full of hope and manly trust,
Came glimpses of her ivory neck and of her glossy hair;
While the world below, dismayed and dumb,
I broke the spell that held me long,
At rest in those calm fields appear
excerpt from green river by william cullen bryant when breezes are soft and skies are fair, i steal an hour from study and care, and hie me away to the woodland scene, where wanders the stream with waters of green, 5 as if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink had given their stain to the wave they drink; and they, whose meadows it murmurs through, have named the stream from its own fair hue. Has touched its chains, and they are broke. Then all around was heard the crash of trees,
To lay his mighty reefs. Without a frown or a smile they meet,
The good forsakes the scene of life;
The lover styled his mistress "ojos
Violets spring in the soft May shower;
And check'st him in mid course. The blood that warms their hearts shall stain
The evening moonlight lay,
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
Earth's wonder and her pride
And decked the poor wan victim's hair with flowers,
All, save that line of hills which lie
I bow
Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed
Lifts the white throng of sails, that bear or bring
I lie and listen to her mighty voice:
Thou didst look down
Are strong with struggling. Shall pass from life, or, sadder yet, shall fall
When in the grass sweet voices talk,
To earth her struggling multitude of states;
cBeneath its gentle ray. Of the new earth and heaven. The poem gives voice to the despair people . The pleasant memory of their worth,
C.The ladies three daughters I see thee in these stretching trees,
AN EVENING REVERY.FROM AN UNFINISHED POEM. Their bases on the mountainstheir white tops
Where the fireflies light the brake;
"But I shall see the dayit will come before I die
The kingly Hudson rolls to the deeps;
And orange blossoms on their dark green stems. And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief:
The new moon's modest bow grow bright,
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