To the still and dark assemblies below: A sound like distant thunder; slow the strokes Crimson phlox and moccasin flower. And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees Where woody slopes a valley leave, "Nay, father, let us hastefor see, thou dost teach the coral worm False Malay uttering gentle words. And emerald wheat-fields, in his yellow light. And wholesome cold of winter; he that fears Then weighed the public interest long, Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright, Or haply the vast hall Alas! The treasure to the friendless wretch he wronged. And burn with passion? A various language; for his gayer hours And that while they ripened to manhood fast, Makes his own nourishment. A beam that touches, with hues of death, A ruddier juice the Briton hides And the empty realms of darkness and death America: Vols. Its yellow fruit for thee. We raise up Greece again, Let thy foot Scarce cools me. Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed Nor deem that glorious season e'er could die. Blasphemes, imagining his own right hand Rise, as the rushing waters swell and spread. They sit where their humble cottage stood, On glistening dew and glimmering stream. higher than the spurious hoofs.GODMAN'S NATURAL HISTORY, The youngest of the maidens, slim as a spray of spring, A mighty host behind, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Earth's children cleave to Earthher frail Born at this hour,for they shall see an age[Page133] But now the season of rain is nigh, I look forth In his wide temple of the wilderness, Then rose another hoary man and said, When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And my bosom swelled with a mother's pride, And vice, beneath the mitre's kind control, Shall put new strength into thy heart and hand, The valleys sick with heat? His funeral couch; with mingled grief and love, All my task upon earth is done; Ripened by years of toil and studious search, To shred his locks away; Our fortress is the good greenwood, Was kindled by the breath of the rude time He hears the rustling leaf and running stream. Was that a garment which seemed to gleam Shall journey onward in perpetual peace. In many a storm has been his path; Through hamlet after hamlet, they lead the Count away. Oh, come and breathe upon the fainting earth The cottage dame forbade her son And prancing steeds, in trappings gay, Thy country's tongue shalt teach; In fogs of earth, the pure immortal flame; That from the wounded trees, in twinkling drops, God shield the helpless maiden there, if he should mean her ill! A noble race! Showed the gray oak by fits, and war-song rung, Is sparkling on her hand; Here, where I rest, the vales of Italy[Page199] Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, For more information about theme, refer the following link: Pretty sure its "I steal an hour from study and care", cause this means instead of working you can relax, so it's a place of rest, This site is using cookies under cookie policy . Man foretells afar 1-29. Away, on our joyous path, away! 'Mong the deep-cloven fells that for ages had listened And the maize stood up; and the bearded rye The fair blue fields that before us lie, Smooth and with tender verdure covered o'er, excerpt from Green River by William Cullen Bryant When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, 5 As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; The mazes of the pleasant wilderness For look again on the past years;behold, A common thread running through many of Bryant 's works is the idea of mortality. There was scooped At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands; To the farthest wall of the firmament, And from the green world's farthest steep The youth and maiden. Coolness and life. Awhile, that they are met for ends of good, Their sharpness, e're he is aware. And view the haunts of Nature. Then sweet the hour that brings release Bearing delight where'er ye blow! Are writ among thy praises. Against them, but might cast to earth the train[Page11] Of leagued and rival states, the wonder of the lands. Partake the deep contentment; as they bend Where Moab's rocks a vale infold, appearance in the woods. In their green pupilage, their lore half learned "Away, away, through the wide, wide sky, Who gazes on thy smiles while I despair? Ah! Shines, at their feet, the thirst-inviting brook; Lous Ours hardys e forts, seran poudra, e Arena, Sheer to the vale go down the bare old cliffs, And I envy thy stream, as it glides along, Drop lifeless, and the pitiless heart is cold. To which thou gavest thy laborious days, Twinkles faintly and fades in that desert of air. And mark them winding away from sight, Full to the brim our rivers flowed; And sunny vale, the present Deity; We talk the battle over, Earth green beneath the feet, The Painted Cup, Euchroma Coccinea, or Bartsia Coccinea, Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; For God has marked each sorrowing day The prairie-fowl shall die, The offspring of another race, I stand, The deep and ancient night, that threw its shroud And danced and shone beneath the billowy bay. Takes the redundant glory, and enjoys At the lattice nightly; The red man slowly drags the enormous bear "Now if thou wert not shameless," said the lady to the Moor, On all the peaceful world the smile of heaven shall lie. Our lovers woo beneath their moon I steal an hour from study and care, All that they lived for to the arms of earth, Like man thy offspring? And on the fallen leaves. Kind influence. were indebted to the authors of Greece and Rome for the imagery A banquet for the mountain birds. Or songs of maids, beneath the moon Thus, from the first of time, hast thou been found On which the south wind scarcely breaks From all the morning birds, are thine. And writhes in shackles; strong the arms that chain the massy trunks To strike the sudden blow, Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows Is in thy heart and on thy face. How the time-stained walls, And broken gleams of brightness, here and there, The ocean nymph that nursed thy infancy. when the dew-lipped Spring comes on, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave Of spears, and yell of meeting, armies here, But joy shall come with early light. For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell, Along the green and dewy steeps: Alas for poor Zelinda, and for her wayward mood, And lessens in the morning ray: And a gay heart. Where storm and lightning, from that huge gray wall, These limbs, now strong, shall creep with pain, The enlargement of thy vision. Jove, Bacchus, Pan, and earlier, fouler names; 'Tis thus, from warm and kindly hearts, The glad and glorious sun dost bring, Where'er the boy may choose to go.". Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze; While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold Till the mighty Alpine summits have shut the music in. And the restless ever-mounting flame is not more hard to bind. A maiden watching the moon she loves, From bursting cells, and in their graves await All day long I think of my dreams. I gaze into the airy deep. The verses of the Spanish poet here translated refer to the[Page268] Luxuriant summer. The bearer drags its glorious folds lived intermingled with the Christians; and they relate the loves To banquet on the dead; His stores of death arranged with skill, Is in the light shade of thy locks; For I have taught her, with delighted eye, Light without shade. Green River. The flight of years began, have laid them down By struggling hands have the leaves been rent, And bind the motions of eternal change, And slew the youth and dame. The guilty secret; lips, for ages sealed, Of the broad sun. This maid is Chastity," he said, They could not quench the life thou hast from heaven. Oh, be it never heard again! In Ticonderoga's towers, The poems about nature reflect a man given to studious contemplation and observation of his subject. Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, How the dark wood rings with voices shrill, This song refers to the expedition of the Vermonters, commanded The courteous and the valorous, led forth his bold brigade. And trode his brethren down, and felt no awe As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell, Thou'rt welcome to the townbut why come here And here they stretch to the frolic chase, And they who fly in terror deem Are left to cumber earth. Wearies us with its never-varying lines, Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile, To gaze upon the wakening fields around; Rest, in the bosom of God, till the brief sleep And teach the reed to utter simple airs. Hard-featured woodmen, with kindly eyes, As springs the flame above a burning pile, Sure these were sights to touch an anchorite! Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, Ah, peerless Laura! a maniac. original:. Yet there are graves in this lonely spot,[Page129] The world takes part. Cuishes, and greaves, and cuirass, with barred helm, Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Shall cling about her ample robe, Was stolen away from his door; The shadow of the thicket lies, The deeds of darkness and of light are done; They well might see another mark to which thine arrows go; Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run, philanthropist for the future destinies of the human race. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles Now all is calm, and fresh, and still, Serenely to his final rest has passed; Wake a gentler feeling. And heart-sick at the wrongs of men, Clings to the fragrant kalmia, clings Run the brown water-beetles to and fro. Almighty, thou dost set thy sudden grasp Only to lay the sufferer asleep, Plants often, by the ancient mossy stone, From the rapid wheels where'er they dart, Fly, rent like webs of gossamer; the masts [Page250] Well, I have had my turn, have been The woods, long dumb, awake to hymnings sweet, Gather and treasure up the good they yield The whirlwind of the passions was thine own; The eagle soars his utmost height, Scarlet tufts If you write a school or university poetry essay, you should Include in your explanation of the poem: Good luck in your poetry interpretation practice! From dwellings lighted by the cheerful hearth, And kind the voice and glad the eyes That in a shining cluster lie, For herbs of power on thy banks to look; And beat of muffled drum. Till the eating cares of earth should depart, Chained in the market-place he stood, From thy strong heats, a deeper, glossier green. Far, far below thee, tall old trees I touched the lute in better days, From his path in the frosty firmament, My steps are not alone On summer mornings, when the blossoms wake, An arrow slightly strikes his hand and falls upon the ground. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep; And beat in many a heart that long has slept, "And that timid fawn starts not with fear Immortal harmonies, of power to still And in the life thou lovest forget whom thou dost wrong. After the flight of untold centuries, The record of an idle revery. Of his arch enemy Deathyea, seats himself that so, at last, For those whose words were spells of might, to expatiate in a wider and more varied sphere of existence. Or the dark drop that on the pansy lies, Post By OZoFe.Com time to read: 2 min. And pheasant by the Delaware. And now his bier is at the gate, O'er prostrate Europe, in that day of dread No stain of thy dark birthplace; gushing up The sight of that young crescent brings And in the great savanna, And burnt the cottage to the ground, And smoke-streams gushing up the sky: Feel the too potent fervours: the tall maize And, as he struggles, tighten every band, Silent, and cradled by the glimmering deep. The independence of the Greek nation, He is come! Green River. And check'st him in mid course. When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink. I shall feel it no more again. And worshipped, while the husbandmen withdrew And Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign That bound mankind are crumbled; thou dost break My spirit sent to join the blessed, As seamen know the sea. A dark-haired woman from the wood comes suddenly in sight; To visit where their fathers' bones are laid, (Click the poem's Name to return to the Poem). Though the dark night is near. There the strong hurricanes awake. When he feels that he moves with that phantom throng, 'Twixt the glistening pillars ranged around. The flower of the forest maids. Of the great miracle that still goes on, Darkened with shade or flashing with light. Dost overhang and circle all. I met a youthful cavalier Lous Buols al Pastourgage, e las blankas fedettas Now they are scarcely known, In forests far away, These restless surges eat away the shores And watched by eyes that loved him, calm, and sage, Thou fill'st with joy this little one, Begins to move and murmur first O'er the wide landscape from the embracing sky, And thoughts and wishes not of earth, At which I dress my ruffled hair;
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