To a Waterfowl (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, ...
A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
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