 midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy...  Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet Hour - Side 2791887 - 436 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | 1835 - 562 sider
...new to us, and we cannot refrain from extracting it as a second specimen of this favourite poet. ' To A WATERFOWL. ' Whither, 'midst falling dew, While...day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue The solitary way ? ' Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 sider
...distinctly for a considerable time along the Hammersmith-road. The shadows of evening were lengthening, and midst falling dew, While glow the Heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths it did pursue Its solitary way."* SPITAL SERMONS. In London, on Easter Monday and Tuesday, the Spital... | |
 | 1835 - 736 sider
...before us. We will find room for a specimen or two. To a Waterfowl. Bryant, p. S. Whither, 'midst the falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, [pursue Far through their rosy depths, dost thou Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye [thee wrong,... | |
 | 1836 - 424 sider
...sight to glow, So thou may'st remember the flake of snow, By the promise that God hath given." GoVLP. TO A WATERFOWL. Whither midst falling dew, While glow...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake or... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 sider
...vanishes from human eye, And that which sprung of earth is now A portion of the glorious sky. M 23 TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 sider
...ordained to prove Our faith in heav'n's unfailing love And all-controlling pow'r. TO A WATER-FOWL. BRYANT. WHITHER 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | 1836 - 268 sider
...'mid the desolate main, While the wonder and pride of your works remain. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WC BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 sider
...parting from the mountain's brow, It vanishes from human eye, And that which sprang of earth is now TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do tbee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. • Seek'st thou the plashy... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 522 sider
...heart of man in the eloquent language of feeling. An unpretending beauty marks the following lines, " To a Waterfowl." " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Might mark thy distant flight to do thfe wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, '' Vainly the... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 sider
...: Thy cold clay—we grieve to bear it To its chamber—but we must. CI. TO A WATERFOWL.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Vainly the... | |
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