The Life and Works of William Cullen Bryant ..., Том 4D. Appleton, 1883 |
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The Life and Works of William Cullen Bryant: Edited by Parke ..., Том 4,Выпуск 2 Полный просмотр - 1883 |
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Стр. 41 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Стр. 18 - Deep in the brightness of the skies The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower ; And when thy sisters, elder born, Would brand thy name with words of scorn, Before thine eye, Upon their lips the taunt shall die.
Стр. 29 - ... bloody hands, Who sought to wreak upon the cowering lands The passions that consumed his restless heart; But one of tender spirit and delicate frame, Gentlest in mien and mind Of gentle womankind, Timidly shrinking from the breath of blame ; One in whose eyes the smile of kindness made Its haunt, like flowers by sunny brooks in May ; Yet at the thought of others' pain, a shade Of sweeter sadness chased the smile away.
Стр. 28 - GRAVE. WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, And yet the monument proclaims it not, Nor round the sleeper's name hath chisel wrought The emblems of a fame that never dies, Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheaf, Twined with the laurel's fair, imperial leaf. A simple name alone, To the great world unknown, Is graven here, and wild flowers, rising round, Meek meadow-sweet and violets of the ground, Lean lovingly against the humble stone.
Стр. 34 - STAND here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake.
Стр. 204 - God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear, And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here.
Стр. 132 - ... languid industry, Can wake the listless pulse to livelier speed, Or fill with sudden tears the eyes that read. The secret wouldst thou know To touch the heart or fire the blood at will ? Let thine own eyes o'erflow ; Let thy lips quiver with the passionate thrill ; Seize the great thought, ere yet its power be past, And bind, in words, the fleet emotion fast.
Стр. 98 - Few, few were they whose swords of old Won the fair land in which we dwell ; But we are many, we who hold The grim resolve to guard it well.
Стр. 97 - Your woodcraft for the field of fig"ht. The arms that wield the axe must pour An iron tempest on the foe ; His serried ranks shall reel before The arm that lays the panther low. And ye who breast the mountain-storm By...
Стр. 241 - ... the least of all the tears that shine On that pale cheek of thine. Thou didst kneel down, to Him who came from heaven, Evil and ignorant, and thou shalt rise ^ Holy, and pure, and wise. It is not much that to the fragrant blossom The ragged brier should change ; the bitter fir Distil Arabian myrrh ! Nor that, upon the wintry desert's bosom, The harvest should rise plenteous, and the swain Bear home the abundant grain. But come and see the bleak and barren mountains Thick to their tops with roses...