A Meditation On Rhode-Island Coal (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
O constellations of the early night,That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,And made the darkness glorious! I have seenYour rays ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
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