A Meditation On Rhode-Island Coal (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
The sea is mighty, but a mightier swaysHis restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scoopedHis boundless gulfs and built his ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
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