 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 páginas
...may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 250 páginas
...present opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly tha fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson... | |
 | J. Cypress - 1842 - 274 páginas
...woodcock getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. * COLLINEOMANIA. NO. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question. We will bet a bag of buckshot, that... | |
 | J. Cypress - 1842 - 268 páginas
...woodcock getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. COLLINEOMANIA. No. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths.dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question.... | |
 | 1843 - 184 páginas
...be proud, Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure ! WORDSWORTH. TO A WATER FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking hillows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 páginas
...; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHEH, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and... | |
 | George Willson - 1844 - 300 páginas
...pleasure or you either 1 but to satisfy my own curiosity. LESSON CXI. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. 1 WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God. Gray. TO A WATER-FOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew,6 While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,...eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, 1 Fair science, S;c. — ie though he loved science, yet he was melancholy: an affirmation which has... | |
 | 1845 - 648 páginas
...lonely flight of the Water-fowl. Veneration prompted the inquiry, "Whither 'midst falling dew, When glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through...their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" Sometimes, in musing upon genius in its simpler manifestations, it seems as if the great art of... | |
 | 1846 - 308 páginas
...hall, Of the times that were, of old. TO A WATERFOWL. BT WILLIAM CCLLEN BRYAST. Whither, 'midst /ailing dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of...the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and... | |
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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... 
