 Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremembered form, Gave the soft winds a voice.  Poems - Side 52av William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 276 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | 1833 - 508 sider
...bison lowed, And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke. All day this desert murmured with their toils, Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked and wooed...man came — The roaming hunter tribes, warlike and wild, And the mound-builders vanished from the earth. The solitude of centuries untold Has settled... | |
 | 1833 - 522 sider
...form, Gave the soft winds a voice. The red man came — The roaming hunter tribes, warlike and wild, And the mound-builders vanished from the earth. The...centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt. The prairie-wolf Hunts in their meadows, and his fresh dug den 412 The Prairies. [Dec. Yawns by my path.... | |
 | 1837 - 830 sider
...scene in love — A nearer vault and of a tenderer blue Than that which bends above the eastern hills. Till twilight blushed, and lovers walked and wooed...forgotten language, and old tunes From instruments of unremembcred form Gave the soft winds a voice. The bee Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 sider
...lowed, And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke. All day this desert murmured with their toils, C 2 Till twilight blushed and lovers walked, and wooed...their meadows, and his fresh-dug den Yawns by my path. The1 gopher mines the ground Where stood their swarming cities. All is gone — All — save the piles... | |
 | 1840 - 322 sider
...lowed', And bowed his manedj shoulder to the yoke. All day this desert murmured with their toils', Till twilight blushed'; and lovers walked, and wooed', In a forgotten language'; and old tunes', * A mountain in Attica, famous for itn marble quarries. t A temple of Minerva at Athens. t Two syllables,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 sider
...the yoke. All day this desert murmur'd with their toils, Till twilight blush'd, and lovers walk'd, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremember'd form, Gave the soft winds a voice. The red man came— r The roaming hunter tribes, warlike... | |
 | 1840 - 544 sider
...the yoke. All day this desert murmur'd with their toils, Till twilight blush'd, and lovers walk'd, and wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremember'd form, Gave the soft winds a voice. The red man came — The roaming hunter tribes, warlike... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 sider
...and lovers walk'd, and woo'd In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremember'd form, Gave the soft winds a voice. The red man came...tribes, warlike and fierce, And the mound-builders vanish'd from the earth. The solitude of centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt. The prairie-wolf... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 324 sider
...wooed In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremember'd form, Gave the ^oft winds a voice. The red man came— The roaming hunter...tribes, warlike and fierce, And the mound-builders vanish'd from the earth. The solitude of centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt. The prairie-wolf... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 sider
...The red man came — The roaming hunter tribes, warlike and fierce, And the mound-builders vanish'd from the earth. The solitude of centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt. The prairie-wolf Hunts in their meadows, and his fresh-dug den Yawns by my path. The gopher mines the ground... | |
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