Catterskill Falls (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steepsWith the sweet ...
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steepsWith the sweet ...
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
'I know where the timid fawn abidesIn the depths of the shaded dell,Where the leaves are broad and the thicket ...
The sea is mighty, but a mightier swaysHis restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scoopedHis boundless gulfs and built his ...
When insect wings are glistening in the beamOf the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,Oh, let me, by the crystal ...
It is the spot I came to seek,--My fathers' ancient burial-placeEre from these vales, ashamed and weak,Withdrew our wasted race.It ...
O constellations of the early night,That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,And made the darkness glorious! I have seenYour rays ...
The quiet August noon has come,A slumberous silence fills the sky,The fields are still, the woods are dumb,In glassy sleep ...
Ere, in the northern gale,The summer tresses of the trees are gone,The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,Have put ...
OH mother of a mighty race,Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!The elder dames, thy haughty peers,Admire and hate thy blooming ...
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay-Stay till the good old year,So long companion of our way,Shakes hands, and leaves ...
Cool shades and dews are round my way,And silence of the early day;Mid the dark rocks that watch his bed,Glitters ...
'Oh father, let us hence--for hark,A fearful murmur shakes the air.The clouds are coming swift and dark:--What horrid shapes they ...
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.There sits a lovely maiden,The ocean murmuring nigh;She throws the hook, and watches;The fishes pass it ...
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Oh, slow to smit and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
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, ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
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