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" 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... "
Attractions of Language, Or A Popular View of Natural Language: In All Its ... - Trang 94
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Retrospective Review, Tập 9

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 408 trang
...Bryant; and is addressed " To a Waterfowl." " Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. " Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...

The North American Review, Tập 13

1821 - 526 trang
...readers probably do not recollect. • Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. * Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows...

Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 trang
...of men shall dwell! L. TO A WATER-FOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths,...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ...

1822 - 418 trang
...WATER-FOWL. BRYANT, (An American Paet.J WIIITHKU, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heav'ns with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

The Inquirer, Tập 1

1822 - 764 trang
...A WATER-FOWL. , • • • « • « Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths,...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thce wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

Spirit of the English Magazines, Tập 11

1822 - 496 trang
...H'atcr-Fm'l. Whither, 'midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far thro' their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?...fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight, to do thee wrongA >, darkly painted on the crimson sky. Thy 6gure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink...

The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts ..., Tập 1

1832 - 358 trang
...history of its introduction into Europe : — Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...flight to do thee wrong; As darkly painted on the evening sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river...

The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 trang
...LESSON CXIV. To a .Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, 't_ As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Laton 115.] FIRST CLASS BOOK. I...

The Retrospective Review, Tập 9

1824 - 408 trang
...and is addressed " JTo a Waterfowl." " Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. " Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...

Time's Telescope

1824 - 452 trang
...falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thon pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where Hie rocking billows rise...




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