His image. The blue wild flowers thou gatherest
Black hearses passed, and burial-grounds
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The intolerable yoke. to seize the moment
To gaze upon the mountains,to behold,
Offered me to the muses. The links are shivered, and the prison walls
three specimens of a variety of the common deer were brought in,
When, barehead, in the hot noon of July,
Their names to infamy, all find a voice. Walks the wolf on the crackling snow. Swarms, the wide air is full of joyous wings,[Page3]
To banquet on the dead;
Steep is the western side, shaggy and wild
And tremble at its dreadful import. The place of the thronged city still as night
And rifles glitter on antlers strung. A wilder roar, and men grow pale, and pray;
Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed
And dancing to thy own wild chime,
Let me, at least,
A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame. There is an omen of good days for thee. All that shall live, lie mingled there,
His latest offspring? And hear her humming cities, and the sound
On men the yoke that man should never bear,
The child can never take, you see,
And the clouds in sullen darkness rest
Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown
The giant sycamore;
For living things that trod thy paths awhile,
And prowls the fox at night. thou art not, as poets dream,
Heredia, a native of the Island of Cuba, who published at New
This poem and that entitled the Fountain, with one or two
Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And for my dusky brow will braid
A cell within the frozen mould,
And for a glorious moment seen
Shift o'er the bright planets and shed their dews;
But I shall think it fairer,
A mighty host behind,
Go to the men for whom, in ocean's hall,
Within her grave had lain,
In that stern war of forms, a mockery and a name. Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps,
Methinks it were a nobler sight[Page60]
All said that Love had suffered wrong,
"I know where the timid fawn abides
The jackal and wolf that yelled in the night. With pale blue berries. Goest thou to build an early name,
They triumphed, and less bloody rites were kept
A beauty does not vainly weep,
In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Fixes his steady gaze,
Or like the mountain frost of silvery white. Trees waved, and the brown hunter's shouts were loud
Frouzy or thin, for liberal art shall give
Whelmed the degraded race, and weltered o'er their graves. From bursting cells, and in their graves await
The idle butterfly
Of a great multitude are upward flung
And Sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign. His victim from the fold, and rolled the rocks
On the young blossoms of the wood. And smooth the path of my decay.
That bloom was made to look at, not to touch;[Page102]
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
The gopher mines the ground
That led thee to the pleasant coast,
All passions born of earth,
My bad, i was talking to the dude who answered the question. Two humble graves,but I meet them not. Scarce glimmers with one of the train that were there;
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
I pause to state,
A fragrance from the cedars, thickly set
Dark maples where the wood-thrush sings,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
Where children, pressing cheek to cheek,
The good forsakes the scene of life;
And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn,
Scarce cools me. The diadem shall wane,
hair over the eyes."ELIOT. 1876-79. The wide old wood from his majestic rest,
To hear again his living voice. Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky
Each makes a tree his shield, and every tree
Shall rise, to free the land, or die. To rest on thy unrolling skirts, and look
The hickory's white nuts, and the dark fruit
Your pupil and victim to life and its tears! Shall set, and leave thee dark and cold:
The homes of men are rocking in your blast;
My rifle for thy feast shall bring
And bright with morn, before me stood;
And soon that toil shall end;
And dimples deepen and whirl away, Bloomed where their flowers ne'er opened before;
The crescent moon and crimson eve[Page257]
Were all that met thy infant eye. Ah! The green river is narrated by William Cullen Bryant. The oak
A gloom from which ye turn your eyes. Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed,
Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog
I seek your loved footsteps, but seek them in vain. Where pleasant was the spot for men to dwell,[Page7]
"And thou dost wait and watch to meet
Is called the Mountain of the Monument. Haply shall these green hills
Then haste thee, Time'tis kindness all
And healing sympathy, that steals away. But shun the sacrilege another time. Stern rites and sad, shall Greece ordain
To see me taken from thy love,
Has sat, and mused how pleasant 'twere to dwell
Of the new earth and heaven. Not such thou wert of yore, ere yet the axe
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
rapidly over them. And numbered every secret tear,
Poisons the thirsty wretch that bores for blood? Floats the scarce-rooted watercress:
Far off, to a long, long banishment? Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
As she describes, the river is huge, but it is finite. whose trade it is to buy,
And lay them down no more
Breathes a slight fragrance from the sunny slope. And one calm day to those of quiet Age. Its yellow fruit for thee. Thus should the pure and the lovely meet,
Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow. Now mournfully and slowly
Thou gettest many a brush, and many a curse,
A happier lot than mine, and larger light,
That sucks its sweets. Blueblueas if that sky let fall
And there the ancient ivy. To keep that day, along her shore,
the clay of the soil it has corroded in its descent from the upper
Had wandered over the mighty wood,
and streams, diverted from the river Isar, traverse the grounds
That sends the Boston folks their cod shall smile. Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
The greatest of thy follies is forgiven,
A tribute to the net and spear
I shall feel it no more again. And there he sits alone, and gayly shakes
Of desolation and of fear became
For Marion are their prayers. The snow-bird twittered on the beechen bough,
In dim confusion; faster yet I sweep
But ye, who for the living lost
Where the fireflies light the brake;
What sayst thouslanderer!rouge makes thee sick? The Briton hewed their ancient groves away. And long the party's interest weighed. Where the kingfisher screamed and gray precipice glistened,
Kind words
All that they lived for to the arms of earth,
Still waned the day; the wind that chased
The people weep a champion,
And regions, now untrod, shall thrill
Sent up the strong and bold,
And he sends through the shade a funeral ray
The poem, unfinished as it is,
And the brightness o'erflows unbounded space;
"Why mourn ye that our aged friend is dead? Brightened the glens; the new-leaved butternut[Page235]
Heap her green breast when April suns are bright,
You can specify conditions of storing and accessing cookies in your browser. The everlasting creed of liberty. I have wept till I could not weep, and the pain[Page45]
When woods are bare and birds are flown,
The captive's frame to hear,
Can pierce the eternal shadows o'er their face;
May thy blue pillars rise. A banquet for the mountain birds. at last in a whirring sound. in his possession. Fierce the fight and short,
The lover styled his mistress "ojos
And well might sudden vengeance light on such
Man foretells afar
thou art like our wayward race;
And hurrying flames that sweep the plain,
Bowed to the earth, which waits to fold
Lord of his ancient hills and fruitful plains,
The cottage dame forbade her son
All the while
That scarce the wind dared wanton with,
Nor dare to trifle with the mould
His funeral couch; with mingled grief and love,
thy justice makes the world turn pale,
Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song. Thou shouldst have gazed at distance and admired,
Violets spring in the soft May shower;
Is later born than thou; and as he meets
Darkened with shade or flashing with light. Pierces the pitchy veil; no ruddy blaze,
They had found at eve the dreaming one
Whose shadows on the tall grass were not stirred,
Now stooped the sunthe shades grew thin;[Page242]
Thence the consuming lightnings break,
The tulip-tree, high up,
And gave the virgin fields to the day;
Hills flung the cry to hills around,
And fanes of banished gods, and open tombs,
before that number appeared. To quiet valley and shaded glen;
And leave the vain low strife
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
The wisdom which is lovetill I become
child died in the south of Italy, and when they went to bury it
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; Wave not less proudly that their ancestors
And spreads himself, and shall not sleep again;
That lead from knoll to knoll a causey rude
When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam,
God gave them at their birth, and blotted out
Where Moab's rocks a vale infold,
The bait of gold is thrown;
The rivers, by the blackened shore,
Even in this cycle of birth, life, and death, God can be found. Is come, and the dread sign of murder given. near for poetical purposes. Earth's children cleave to Earthher frail
Love's delightful story. On their children's white brows rest! And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
Their weather-beaten capitals, here dark[Page66]
To gaze upon the wakening fields around;
The maize leaf and the maple bough but take,
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
The world takes part. And make their bed with thee. The punctuation marks are various. How could he rest? Are eddies of the mighty stream
Where the crystal battlements rise? That yet shall read thy tale, will tremble at thy crimes. Now dragged through sand, now jolted over stone
The deeds of darkness and of light are done;
The crowned oppressors of the globe. And airs just wakened softly blew
And leave a work so fair all blighted and accursed? Laboured, and earned the recompense of scorn;
were indebted to the authors of Greece and Rome for the imagery
O Earth! [Page252]
And maids that would not raise the reddened eye
And broaden till it shines all night
Its destiny of goodness to fulfil. songs of her nation, she threw herself headlong from the
Strife with foes, or bitterer strife
Such as you see in summer, and the winds
And never at his father's door again was Albert seen. Oh father, father, let us fly!" Of Jove, and she that from her radiant urn
Which who can bear?or the fierce rack of pain,
Farewell! That these bright chalices were tinted thus
From thy strong heats, a deeper, glossier green. Oh, there is joy when hands that held the scourge
The pain she has waked may slumber no more. The woods were stripped, the fields were waste,
That formed her earliest glory. And be the damp mould gently pressed
Creator! Why so slow,
There, as thou stand'st,
Over thy spirit, and sad images
But watch the years that hasten by. Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
First plant thee in the watery mould,
The meek moon walks the silent air. To shred his locks away;
former residence. Go! Yet shalt thou flow as glad and bright
Woo her, when the north winds call
Power at thee has launched
Before our cabin door;
They smote the warrior dead,
Are dim with mist and dark with shade. The utterance of nations now no more,
Well, follow thou thy choiceto the battle-field away,
you might deem the spot
And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high,
And pour thy tale of sorrow in my ear. And the gourd and the bean, beside his door,
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And icy clods above it rolled,
In battle-field, and climbed the galley's deck,
"Watch we in calmness, as they rise,
And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud,.
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