 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 on the crimson...  Readings in American Poetry - Page 161de Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 264 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 556 pages
...northem district of New-York. J. TI»1J>, rTERTOTYPER. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. * Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" BRYANT. ' \ THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted it was profound,... | |
 | 1840 - 516 pages
...(directed by unerring Wisdom, when the proper time comes round,) and revisit their retreats ; their - plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide...Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chaf 'd ocean aide." But how do the tenants of the sea, the ocean-born animals, the whales, the porpoises,... | |
 | James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 502 pages
...New-York. J. FAOAM. STEE10TTFBK. (2) AliP CO., FE1HTIRS. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue ThyKjSary way?" BRYANT. THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted it... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 pages
...flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.— BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...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... | |
 | Wood-notes - 1842 - 160 pages
...we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. ISrgant WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pages
...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 last...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 - 1842 - 214 pages
...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 last...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 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 - 1842 - 250 pages
...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 last...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 pages
...by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. * COLLINEOMANIA. NO. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...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... | |
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