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 ...
When insect wings are glistening in the beamOf the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,Oh, let me, by the crystal ...
Ere, in the northern gale,The summer tresses of the trees are gone,The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,Have put ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
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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