TO A WATERFOWL 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted... Gems of Poetry - Page 931850 - 252 pagesFull view - About this book
| George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1841 - 422 pages
...brightening glory of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.— BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the... | |
| Birds - 1842 - 294 pages
...speed us To the land we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. Srgant. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-tide ? There is... | |
| Benjamin Franklin Taylor - Language and languages - 1842 - 214 pages
...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...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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WRITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise... | |
| Benjamin Franklin Taylor - Language and languages - 1842 - 216 pages
...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 - Language and languages - 1842 - 250 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1842 - 274 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1842 - 268 pages
...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.... | |
| Children's poetry - 1843 - 184 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...; 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... | |
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