 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 418 páginas
...of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHEB, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1842 - 294 páginas
...when kindly winds shall speed us To the land we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...mark thy distant flight, to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 214 páginas
...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...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 páginas
...; 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...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 páginas
...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,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 250 páginas
...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 - 1842 - 274 páginas
...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 - 1842 - 268 páginas
...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.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 páginas
...toss'd and weary bark Gains the sure haven of her final rest. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM C. BBYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or... | |
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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 sky, Thy... 
