 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 168 páginas
...alder bough; I brought him home in his nest at even ; 15 He sings the song, but it pleases not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky ; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore; The bubbles of the latest wave 20 Fresh pearl to their enamel... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home in his nest at even, — He sings the song, but it pleases not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky, He sang to my ear, these sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore — The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 238 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home in his nest at even ; — He sings the song, but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear ; they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel... | |
 | Noble Butler - 1846 - 268 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home in his nest at even,— He sings the song, but it pleases not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky, He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.— BW Emerson. » Eule ix., Rem. 7. b In apposition with it. c This is an idiomatic use of the verb had.... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it pleases not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel... | |
 | Anne Pratt - 1852 - 502 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home in his nest at even, — He sings the song, but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear — they sang to my eye." But to return to our sober little bird, which, if its song is sweet, is at least not remarkable for its... | |
 | 1853 - 560 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home in his nest at even ; — He sings the song, but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky ; He sang to my ear; they sang to my eye'. The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it pleases not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky ; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye. Ralph Waldo Emert», The green earth sends its ineense up From every mountain shrine — From every... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home in his nest at even;— He sings the song, but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky. He sang to my ear; they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel... | |
 | 1871 - 476 páginas
...alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky: He sang to my ear — they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel... | |
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I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye. 
