| Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 214 Seiten
...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 with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise... | |
| Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 with the...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 Seiten
...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...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 Seiten
...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.... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 Seiten
...; 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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 Seiten
...of the deep once more; Sweet odours in the sea-air, sweet and strange, TO A WATEEFOWL. • WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of dap, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ! Vainly the fowler's eye Might... | |
| Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
| James Fenimore Cooper - 1845 - 502 Seiten
...•: . ; ' MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. . • • • ^ « Whither, 'midst falling dew, While flow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue : • Thy tofitarjr way?" ... " BRYANT. THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted... | |
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