Lous Princes, e lous Reys, seran per mort domtas. Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Bear home the abundant grain. And of the young, and strong, and fair,
And armed warriors all around him stand,
That leaps and shouts beside me here,
Shall buffet the vexed forest in his rage. And, nearer to the Rocky Mountains, sought
We slowly get to as many works of literature as we can. formed an attachment for her cousin, which, according to the
Fixes his steady gaze,
They rushed upon him where the reeds
Exalted the mind's faculties and strung
Murmurs, and loads his yellow thighs,
Still chirps as merrily as then. Then hoary trunks
I think of those
I stood upon the upland slope, and cast
Shouting boys, let loose
The horrid tale of perjury and strife,
For ever, that the water-plants along
Free stray the lucid streams, and find
Vientecico murmurador,
Shade heaven, and bounding on the frozen earth
has been referred to as a proof of how little the Provenal poets
And ask in vain for me." Is called the Mountain of the Monument. Decaying children dread decay. Let me believe,
Two humble graves,but I meet them not. One glad day
thou know'st I feel
Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers,
language. Written on thy works I read
Makes the strong secret pangs of shame to cease:
I, too, amid the overflow of day,
Round your far brows, eternal Peace abode. The footstep of a foreign lord
Has sat, and mused how pleasant 'twere to dwell
Thou art in the soft winds
Among the future ages? As if it brought the memory of pain:
She is not at the door, nor yet in the bower;
Sprung modest, on bowed stalk, and better spoke
He scowls upon us now;
Enough of drought has parched the year, and scared
Amid the sound of steps that beat
As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink
And ply thy shuttles, till a bard can wear
Here doth the earth, with flowers of every hue,
Of terrors, and the spoiler of the world,
The sad and solemn night
In that stern war of forms, a mockery and a name. He hid him not from heat or frost,
With mellow murmur and fairy shout, His children's dear embraces,
The sunshine on my path
Were thick beside the way;
His wings o'erhang this very tree,
Lonely--save when, by thy rippling tides, And whether famished evening wolves had mangled Albert so,
The restless surge. In the cool shade, now glimmers in the sun;
Should come, to purple all the air,
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Woo her when, with rosy blush,
Of a mother that mourns her children slain:
And there the full broad river runs,
Thy parent fountains shrink away,
To escape your wrath; ye seize and dash them dead. Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Sweeter in her ear shall sound
And natural dread of man's last home, the grave,
It is the spotI know it well
Outshine the beauty of the sea,
Nor to the streaming eye
This mighty city, smooths his front, and far
All blended, like the rainbow's radiant braid,
Gone is the long, long winter night;
And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Of wolf and bear, the offerings of the tribe
Where, midst their labour, pause the reaper train
And silence of the early day;
By Spain's degenerate sons was driven,
Monstres impetuous, Ryaumes, e Comtas,
The mountains that infold,
'Tis said that when life is ended here,
Beauty and excellence unknownto thee
Lay on the stubble fieldthe tall maize stood
That braved Plata's battle storm. The Rivulet situates mans place in the world to the perspective of time by comparing the changes made over a lifetime to the unchanged constancy of the stream carrying water to its destination. And bade her clear her clouded brow;
"Yet, oft to thine own Indian maid
Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away;
chapter of St. Luke's Gospel, and who is commonly confounded
When, on rills that softly gush,
With naked arms and faces stained like blood,
Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath,
The original of these lines is thus given by John of Nostradamus,
Soft voices and light laughter wake the street,
Till the mighty Alpine summits have shut the music in. And flood the skies with a lurid glow. From brooks below and bees around. Yet art thou prodigal of smiles
Betwixt the morn and eve; with swifter lapse
All the green herbs
they brighten as we gaze,
'Tis life to feel the night-wind
And mirthful shouts, and wrathful cries,
Her wasting form, and say the girl will die. Bent low in the breath of an unknown sky. That slumber in its bosom.Take the wings
The dog-star shall shine harmless: genial days
From thine abominations; after times,
Of the fresh sylvan air, made me forget
Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air,
Upon the motionless wood that clothed the fell,
Uprises from the water
and achievements of the knights of Grenada. A bride among their maidens, and at length
Las Auroras de Diana, in which the original of these lines
Around a struggling swimmer the eddies dash and roar,
Shuddering at blood; the effeminate cavalier,
The willow, a perpetual mourner, drooped;
Its delicate sprays, covered with white
And the crowd of bright names, in the heaven of fame,
And light our fire with the branches rent
A bower for thee and me hast made
But let me often to these solitudes
And forest walks, can witness
Meekly the mighty river, that infolds
The freshness of her far beginning lies
Say not my voice is magicthy pleasure is to hear
The swifter current that mines its root,
Betwixt the eye and the falling stream? I have wept till I could not weep, and the pain[Page45]
I hear a sound of many languages,
But Folly vowed to do it then,
To charm thy ear; while his sly imps, by stealth,
Smooth and with tender verdure covered o'er,
And there the gadding woodbine crept about,
He comes! Ah, they give their faith too oft
Fair as it is, thou wilt throw it by. Father, thy hand[Page88]
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks. Of human life. A safe retreat for my sons and me;
And luxury possess the hearts of men,
"And how soon to the bower she loved," they say,
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
A quarrel rose betwixt the pair. a thousand cheerful omens give
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
And springs of Albaicin. It is a fearful night; a feeble glare
Then the chant
And view the haunts of Nature. And came to die for, a warm gush of tears
And murmured, "Brighter is his crown above." Thou, while his head is loftiest and his heart
Plants often, by the ancient mossy stone,
The river heaved with sullen sounds;
To worship, not approach, that radiant white;
Survive the waste of years, alone,
And the wealth of all thy harvest-fields for the pampered lord and priest. Ungreeted, and shall give its light embrace. why so soon
And freshest the breath of the summer air; Come from the green abysses of the sea
The thoughts that broke my peace, and I began
The deep distressful silence of the scene
Bearing delight where'er ye blow! Let then the gentle Manitou of flowers,
Had sat him down to rest,
But joy shall come with early light. Here the friends sat them down,
I pause to state,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
To strike the sudden blow,
This tangled thicket on the bank above
states, where its scarlet tufts make a brilliant appearance in the
The maid that pleased him from her bower by night,
And all the fair white flocks shall perish from the hills. Who gave their willing limbs again
In thy decaying beam there lies
I stand upon their ashes in thy beam,
The forest depths, by foot unpressed,
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides:
Beheld their coffins covered with earth;
The anemones by forest fountains rise;
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
Themes nature public domain About William Cullen Bryant > sign up for poem-a-day And fresh as morn, on many a cheek and chin,
With fairy laughter blent? This is for the ending of Chapter 7 from the Call of the Wild Plunges, and bears me through the tide. How willingly we turn us then
And waste its little hour. And numbered every secret tear,
I see thee in these stretching trees,
And from her frown shall shrink afraid
A banquet for the mountain birds. The same sweet sounds are in my ear
The deeds of darkness and of light are done;
And muse on human lifefor all around
All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,
But thou, my country, thou shalt never fall,
Walk forth, amid his reign, to dare
Hark, to that mighty crash! Shall flash upon thine eyes. The sun, the gorgeous sun is thine,[Page98]
All passage save to those who hence depart;
Again among the nations. Had blushed, outdone, and owned herself a fright.
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at last in a whirring sound. Frouzy or thin, for liberal art shall give
Childhood's sweet blossoms, crushed by cruel hands,
How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;
'Tis not so soft, but far more sweet
Breathed the new scent of flowers about,
To linger here, among the flitting birds
When heart inclines to heart,
That soft air saddens with the funeral chimes,
And brightly in his stirrup glanced
A while that melody is still, and then breaks forth anew
And drowns the villages; when, at thy call,
The January tempest,
vol. Ashes of martyrs for the truth, and bones
Beautiful, boundles firmament! And tell how little our large veins should bleed,
The birds of the thicket shall end their pleasant song,
Stockbridge; and that, in paying the innkeeper for something he
Colla, nec insigni splendet per cingula morsu. Driven out by mightier, as the days of heaven
In her fair page; see, every season brings
Oh father, father, let us fly!" A bearded man,
Thine individual being, shalt thou go[Page13]
C. I call thee stranger, for the town, I ween,
Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May,
Seaward the glittering mountain rides,
And maids that would not raise the reddened eye
what wild haste!and all to be
With their old forests wide and deep,
For thou wert of the mountains; they proclaim
Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts
And motionless for ever.Motionless?
The desultory numberslet them stand,
And he could hear the river's flow
O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow;
I welcome thee
His spirit did not all depart. That she must look upon with awe. Post By OZoFe.Com time to read: 2 min. Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. When even on the mountain's breast
The ocean murmuring nigh;
Come and float calmly off the soft light clouds,
And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
"He lived, the impersonation of an age
Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight
For this magnificent temple of the sky
Amid the gathering multitude
Into the bowers a flood of light. The subject of
Ye dart upon the deep, and straight is heard
Falls, mid the golden brightness of the morn,
on the wing of the heavy gales,
Our leader frank and bold;
One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet,
No taint in these fresh lawns and shades;
To blooming dames and bearded men. That won my heart in my greener years. Heaven burns with the descended sun,
Yon field that gives the harvest, where the plough
on the Geography and History of the Western States, thus
When beechen buds begin to swell,
Fled early,silent lovers, who had given[Page30]
You can help us out by revising, improving and updating The slanderer, horror-smitten, and in tears,
Then from the writhing bosom thou dost pluck[Page38]
The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf,
Northward, till everlasting ice besets thee,
Have walked in such a dream till now. The village trees their summits rear
To Nature's teachings, while from all around
Ye are not sad to see the gathered grain,
The mineral fuel; on a summer day
Birds sang within the sprouting shade,
Of all but heaven, and in the book of fame,
in this still hour thou hast
how could I forget
Where children, pressing cheek to cheek,
Oh, no! It was for oneoh, only one
same view of the subject. In early June when Earth laughs out,
The pleasant landscape which thou makest green? And larger movements of the unfettered mind,
By a death of shame they all had died,
Darkened with shade or flashing with light,
His soul of fire
Save when a shower of diamonds, to the ground,
The spirit is borne to a distant sphere;
And the merry bee doth hide from man the spoil of the mountain thyme;
And clung to my sons with desperate strength,
Thy leaping heart with warmer love than then. The shouting seaman climbs and furls the sail. A name I deemed should never die. All that breathe
Frail wood-plants clustered round thy edge in Spring. Do I hear thee mourn
Ay! For strict and close are the ties that bind
On the young blossoms of the wood. And, wondering what detains my feet
Close thy sweet eyes, calmly, and without pain;
Goes up amid the eternal stars. The light of hope, the leading star of love,
Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right. [Page9]
Gazed on it mildly sad. The murdered traveller's bones were found,
Like those who fell in battle here. Of the rocky basin in which it falls. The platforms where they worshipped unknown gods
It might be, while they laid their dead
And beat of muffled drum. Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam
Against the tossing chest;
In winter, is not clearer, nor the dew
Its lightness, and the gray-haired men that passed
Or the secret sighs my bosom heaves,
There nature moulds as nobly now,
Artless one! He who has tamed the elements, shall not live
His hate of tyranny and wrong,
Of the drowned city. Pierces the pitchy veil; no ruddy blaze,
And the torrent's roar as they enter seems
Yet pride, that fortune humbles not,
Or haply the vast hall
the village of West Stockbridge; that he had inquired the way to [Page265]
A place of refuge for the storm-driven bird. Thou cam'st to woo me to be thine,
And rivers glimmered on their way,
William Cullen Bryant - Poems by the Famous Poet - All Poetry And yonder stands my fiery steed,
Silent and slow, and terribly strong,
From Maquon, the fond and the brave.". And white flocks browsed and bleated. For here the fair savannas know
Beneath that veil of bloom and breath,
And press a suit with passion,
Sheer to the vale go down the bare old cliffs,
In which there is neither form nor sound;
There lived and walked again,
Afar,
Backyard Birding Many schools, families, and young birders across the country participate in the "Great Backyard Bird Count." And that bright rivulet spread and swelled,
Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed
A visible token of the upholding Love,
In bright alcoves,
This hallowed day like us shall keep. Alone the chirp of flitting bird,
That flowest full and free! To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they:
In the red West. A path, thick-set with changes and decays,
The ragged brier should change; the bitter fir
A shade, gay circles of anemones
My fathers' ancient burial-place
Gentlyso have good men taught
To rescue and raise up, draws nearbut is not yet. The powerful of the earththe wise, the good,
And white like snow, and the loud North again
Analysis of An Indian At The Burial-Place Of His Fathers. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky;
With blossoms, and birds, and wild bees' hum; Showed warrior true and brave;
The poem gives voice to the despair people . Fors que l'amour de Dieu, que tousiours durar. Their daily gladness, pass from me
I kept its bloom, and he is dead. Proclaimed the essential Goodness, strong and wise. Not such thou wert of yore, ere yet the axe
Send up a plaintive sound. The record of an idle revery. Oh, leave not, forlorn and for ever forsaken,
Descends the fierce tornado. Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath
approaches old age, to the drumming of a partridge or ruffed
A portion of the glorious sky. The low, heart-broken, and wailing strain
That whether in the mind or ear
O'er the wide landscape from the embracing sky,
Her pale tormentor, misery. In Ticonderoga's towers,
The plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye? No deeper, bitterer grief than yours. To choose, where palm-groves cooled their dwelling-place,
On yellow woods and sunny skies. In and out
Skies, where the desert eagle wheels and screams
Back to earth's bosom when they die. The watching mother lulls her child. Lingered, and shivered to the air
Is that a being of life, that moves
Within an inner room his couch they spread,
Chains are round our country pressed,
There is who heeds, who holds them all,
Bespeak the summer o'er,
The hope to meet when life is past,
Muster their wrath again, and rapid clouds
Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;
The fragments of a human form upon the bloody ground;
Shines, at their feet, the thirst-inviting brook;
Youth, with pale cheek and slender frame,[Page254]
Nor the black stake be dressed, nor in the sun
his prey. Strong was the agony that shook
Marked with some act of goodness every day;
Oh father, father, let us fly!" Taylor, the editor of Calmet's Dictionary of the Bible, takes the
And spreads himself, and shall not sleep again;
And faintly on my ear shall fall
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; Behold the power which wields and cherishes
Of those calm solitudes, is there. The story of thy better deeds, engraved
Myriads of insects, gaudy as the flowers
Steals silently, lest I should mark her nest. Or wouldst thou gaze at tokens
Should rest him there, and there be heard
Shall rise, to free the land, or die.
William Cullen Bryant - 1794-1878. All summer long, the bee
These are thy fettersseas and stormy air
The grain sprang thick and tall, and hid in green
Enjoys thy presence. But not my tyrant. That formed her earliest glory. But a wilder is at hand,
I remember hearing an aged man, in the country, compare the
Nor measured tramp of footstep in the path,
near for poetical purposes. would that bolt had not been spent! Though life its common gifts deny,
For the spirit needs
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. And field of the tremendous warfare waged
And fearless, near the fatal spot,
The mild, the fierce, the stony face;
His history. Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak,
The bison feeds no more. Where lie thy plains, with sheep-walks seamed, and olive-shades between:
A various language; for his gayer hours
The bitter cup they mingled, strengthened thee
As sweetly as before;
Shall yield his spotted hide to be
In his complacent arms, the earth, the air, the deep. Will lead my steps aright. Thou dost avenge,
'And ho, young Count of Greiers! To keep that day, along her shore,
Those ribs that held the mighty heart,
From the bright land of rest,
Sketch-Book. The place thou fill'st with beauty now. In the deep glen or the close shade of pines,
The overflow of gladness, when words are all too weak:
Ride forth to visit the reviews, and ah! All that they teach of virtue, of pure thoughts
The housewife bee and humming-bird. Comes faintly like the breath of sleep. Sent up from earth's unlighted caves,
Thay pulled the grape and startled the wild shades
That, brightly leaping down the hills,
But 'neath yon crimson tree,
As they stood in their beauty and strength by my side,
Banded, and watched their hamlets, and grew strong. Jove, Bacchus, Pan, and earlier, fouler names;
The image of an armed knight is graven
Its thousand trembling lights and changing hues,
And kindle their quenched urns, and drink fresh spirit there. "As o'er thy sweet unconscious face
Extra! For thou no other tongue didst know,
Yet pure its watersits shallows are bright
How the verdure runs o'er each rolling mass! A ceaseless murmur from the populous town
The wild beleaguerers broke, and, one by one,
And where the o'ershadowing branches sweep the grass. Their windings, were a calm society
As bright they sparkle to the sun;
And sweeps the ground in grief,
which he addressed his lady by the title of "green eyes;" supplicating
Touta kausa mortala una fes perir,
Gentle and voluble spirit of the air? But thou art of a gayer fancy. "This spot has been my pleasant home
Behind the fallen chief,
Gave the soft winds a voice. And all their sluices sealed. A spot of silvery white,
And here he paused, and against the trunk
Thou hast my earlier friendsthe goodthe kind,
Has left the blooming wilds he ranged so long,
They slew himand my virgin years[Page76]
The accustomed song and laugh of her, whose looks[Page67]
Infused by his own forming smile at first,
Around me. He listened, till he seemed to hear
Too brightly to shine long; another Spring
Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades;
Vesuvius smokes in sight, whose fount of fire,
How should the underlined part of this sentence be correctly written? Abroad to gentle airs their folds were flung,
Lo! "Thou'rt happy now, for thou hast passed
Happy days to them
The love I bear to him. One tranquil mount the scene o'erlooks
Thou fill'st with joy this little one,
That scarce the wind dared wanton with,
The tears that scald the cheek,
And when the hours of rest
Of the great miracle that still goes on,
As with its fringe of summer flowers. That trails all over it, and to the twigs
Who fought with Aliatar. Thought of thy fate in the distant west,
ravine, near a solitary road passing between the mountains west
to the smiling Arno's classic side
I am come,
"Twas I the broidered mocsen made,
The exploits of General Francis Marion, the famous partisan
he had been concerned in murdering a traveller in Stockbridge for
Else had the mighty of the olden time,
Had chafed my spiritwhen the unsteady pulse
I seek your loved footsteps, but seek them in vain. Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth
Grave men with hoary hairs,
Like ocean-tides uprising at the call
Of darts made sharp for the foe. The diadem shall wane,
That now are still for ever; painted moths
Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. In this excerpt of the poem says that whenever someone feels tried nature is place where anyone can relax. Of fairy palace, that outlasts the night,
And bright the sunlight played on the young wood
Stood in the Hindoo's temple-caves;
And I envy thy stream, as it glides along,
Nestled at his root[Page89]
Thou shalt be coals of fire to those that hate thee,
Far off, to a long, long banishment?
Lingers like twilight hues, when the bright sun is set? Has made you mad; no tyrant, strong through fear,
To pierce the victim, should he strive to rise. And decked the poor wan victim's hair with flowers,
Here, where the boughs hang close around,
he drew more tight
Huge pillars, that in middle heaven upbear
The little sisters laugh and leap, and try
Thou dost mark them flushed with hope,
She should be my counsellor,
"And thou dost wait and watch to meet
And where thy glittering current flowed
Takes the redundant glory, and enjoys
Lodged in sunny cleft,
Of the crystal heaven, and buries all. Journeying, in long serenity, away. As on the threshold of their vast designs
America: Vols. And well that wrong should be repaid;
Are promises of happier years. Mas ay! Goest thou to build an early name,
On the chafed ocean side? For sages in the mind's eclipse,
And we have built our homes upon
Far, far below thee, tall old trees
in his possession. Dark and sad thoughts awhilethere's time for them
The horned crags are shining, and in the shade between
As earth and sky grow dark. Dear to me as my own. Duly I sought thy banks, and tried
Mangled by tomahawks. About the cliffs
Showed bright on rocky bank,
That ne'er before were parted; it hath knit
There are fair wan women with moonstruck air,
And eagle's shriek. With their abominations; while its tribes,
And thou dost see them rise,
And struck him, o'er the orbs of sight,
With thy sweet smile and silver voice,
Raise then the hymn to Death. The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
Take note of thy departure? With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light. Ay, this is freedom!these pure skies
Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through. There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
In music;thou art in the cooler breath
Is on my spirit, and I talk with thee
The dust of the plains to the middle air:
Strange traces along the ground
And in the life thou lovest forget whom thou dost wrong. Usurping, as thou downward driftest,
Ay, we would linger till the sunset there
Let the scene, that tells how fast
Would whisper to each other, as they saw
And, therefore, bards of old,
The shadowy tempest that sweeps through space,
Thus Fatima complained to the valiant Raduan,
The petrel does not skim the sea
For thou shalt forge vast railways, and shalt heat[Page112]
To shred his locks away;
A maiden watching the moon she loves,
away! The mountain, called by this name, is a remarkable precipice
And swiftly; farthest Maine shall hear of thee,
A race, that long has passed away,
Before thy very feet,
And children, ruddy-cheeked and flaxen-haired,
Our free flag is dancing
Spain, and there is a very pretty ballad by an absent lover, in
Hath reared these venerable columns, thou
Spare them, each mouldering relic spare,
Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
The face of the ground seems to fluctuate and
On the rugged forest ground,
Uplifted among the mountains round,
His palfrey, white and sleek,
With echoes of a glorious name,
For in thy lonely and lovely stream The place of the thronged city still as night
Than that which bends above the eastern hills. eNotes critical analyses help you gain a deeper understanding of Thanatopsis so you can excel on your essay or test. No other friend. Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew;
Of their own native isle, and wonted blooms,
An outcast from the haunts of men, she dwells with Nature still. And mingles with the light that beams from God's own throne; And Romethy sterner, younger sister, she
A rugged road through rugged Tiverton. Fenced east and west by mountains lie. They sit where their humble cottage stood,
An emblem of the peace that yet shall be,
The gathered ice of winter,
O'er loved ones lost. Dost seem, in every sound, to hear
And he darts on the fatal path more fleet
Around, in Gothic characters, worn dim
And celebrates his shame in open day,
And the plane-tree's speckled arms o'ershoot
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Then let us spare, at least, their graves! Was thrown, to feast the scaly herds,
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
bellos," beautiful eyes; "ojos serenos," serene eyes. The sun in his blue realm above
While the wintry tempest round
The scene of those stern ages! Amid the deepening twilight I descry
Lous Auselets del bosc perdran lour kant subtyeu,
O'er prostrate Europe, in that day of dread
Thou laughest at the lapse of time. B. found in the African Repository for April, 1825. Que de mi te acuerdes! Then haste thee, Time'tis kindness all
The future!cruel were the power
To earth's unconscious waters,
I see thy fig-trees bask, with the fair pomegranate near,
Meet is it that my voice should utter forth
The paradise he made unto himself,
On such grave theme, and sweet the dream that shed
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
'tis with a swelling heart,
THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO Who is Yunior? That I too have seen greatnesseven I
Lord of the winds! "Thanatopsis," if not the best-known American poem abroad before the mid . For fifty years ago, the old men say,
His spurs are buried rowel-deep, he rides with loosened rein,
Beautiful stream! And list to the long-accustomed flow
Ye all, in cots and caverns, have 'scaped the water-spout,
That night upon the woods came down a furious hurricane,