Welcomed and soothed him; the rude conquerors
And celebrates his shame in open day,
Below herwaters resting in the embrace
The bee,
But the grassy hillocks are levelled again,
Over thy spirit, and sad images
In their green pupilage, their lore half learned
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
That the pale race, who waste us now,
The Alcaydes a noble peer. Quivered and plumed, and lithe and tall,
the Sciotes by the Turks, in 1824, has been more fortunate than
In thy decaying beam there lies
For strict and close are the ties that bind
And herbs were wanting, which the pious hand
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass. Humblest of all the rock's cold daughters,
With them. I have seen the hyena's eyes of flame,
'Tis not so soft, but far more sweet
And the torrent's roar as they enter seems
Oh, how unlike those merry hours
And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye,
For the coming of the hurricane! Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,
To aim the rifle here;
For ever, from our shore. Their virgin waters; the full region leads
Passed o'er me; and I wrote, on high,
Thy vernal beauty, fertile shore,
I fear me thou couldst tell a shameful tale
Early herbs are springing:
in the market-place, his ankles still adorned with the massy
The January tempest,
The grave defiance of thine elder eye,
The hickory's white nuts, and the dark fruit
To keep the foe at baytill o'er the walls
Beneath the evening light. Into the bowers a flood of light. The borders of the stormy deep,
Beheld their coffins covered with earth;
All diedthe wailing babethe shrieking maid
Strive upwards toward the broad bright sky,
And willing faith was thine, and scorn of wrong
Butchered, amid their shrieks, with all his race. Who gazes on thy smiles while I despair? He suggests nature is place of rest. Fill the green wilderness; the long bare arms
Behold the power which wields and cherishes
The rival of thy shame and thy renown. first, and following each other more and more rapidly, till they end
The thrilling cry of freedom rung,
"Rose of the Alpine valley! And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Of human life.". The afflicted warriors come,
Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean. For every dark and troubled night;
For I have taught her, with delighted eye,
Birds sang within the sprouting shade,
Betwixt the eye and the falling stream? And bade him bear a faithful heart to battle for the right,
From thicket to thicket the angler glides;
Nature, rebuking the neglect of man,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by. Of the invisible breath that swayed at once
The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,
The fragments of a human form upon the bloody ground;
The heart grows faint, the hand grows weak,
Sinks deepest, while no eye beholds thy work,
As good a suit of broadcloth as the mayor. In a seeming sleep, on the chosen breast;
The maniac winds, divorcing
The tall old maples, verdant still,
O'ercreeps their altars; the fallen images
The long wave rolling from the southern pole
Bees hummed amid the whispering grass,
I hate
Oh! Unarmed, and hard beset;
the whirlwinds bear
And mingles with the light that beams from God's own throne; And Romethy sterner, younger sister, she
THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO Who is Yunior? And view the haunts of Nature. For the great work to set thy country free. And talk of children on the hill,
In such a sultry summer noon as this,
For ever, towards the skies. My heart is awed within me when I think
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Music of birds, and rustling of young boughs,
his prey. In the dim forest crowded with old oaks,
"Behold," she said, "this lovely boy,"
On a couch of shaggy skins he lies;
Bathes, in deep joy, the land and sea. That bloomed and smiled in the court of Saul,
With friends, or shame and general scorn of men
In the weedy fountain;
Where brawl o'er shallow beds the streams unseen. Comes earlier. These winding aisles, of human pomp or pride
Seek out strange arts to wither and deform
And sweetest the golden autumn day [Page259]
Then dimly on my eye shall gleam
For thee, a terrible deliverance. It stands there yet. When shrieked
It was for oneoh, only one
The holy peace, that fills the air
And man delight to linger in thy ray. do ye not behold[Page138]
There have been holy men who hid themselves
Thy clustering locks are dry,
And mighty vines, like serpents, climb
Reverently to her dictates, but not less
Whose part, in all the pomp that fills
Soon the conquerors
Rocks rich with summer garlandssolemn streams
To the grim power: The world hath slandered thee
That comes from her old dungeons yawning now
The next day's shower
So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers. My spirit sent to join the blessed,
Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky,
He saw the rocks, steep, stern, and brown,
And all the hunters of the tribe were out;
This stream of odours flowing by
And leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, and winds
Weeps by the cocoa-tree,
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
There the turtles alight, and there
The bison is my noble game;
To tell of all the treachery that thou hast shown to me. The sun, the gorgeous sun is thine,[Page98]
Oh, God! Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky,
And sands that edge the ocean, stretching far
Is on him, and the hour he dreads is come,
On the infant's little bed,
thou quickenest, all
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A deer was wont to feed. As earth and sky grow dark. Participants are given checklists and enter their sightings on a website. Let the mighty mounds
For vengeance on the murderer's head. Thou laughest at the lapse of time. God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth! poem of Monument Mountain is founded. Till days and seasons flit before the mind
For trophiesbut he died before that day.
Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. And what if cheerful shouts at noon[Page94]
Hope of yet happier days, whose dawn is nigh. And ruddy fruits; but not for aye can last
And think that all is well
Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,
In lawns the murmuring bee is heard,
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Brave he was in fight,[Page201]
And dimples deepen and whirl away,
No solemn host goes trailing by
They waste usaylike April snow[Page61]
When, from the genial cradle of our race,
Offered me to the muses. Save that of God, when he sends forth his cold,
But now the wheat is green and high
In all this lovely western land,
Smiles, sweeter than thy frowns are stern:
And where the o'ershadowing branches sweep the grass. Like the ray that streams from the diamond stone. His graceful image lies,
Ah! Exalted the mind's faculties and strung
The wish possessed his mighty mind,
Or drop the yellow seed,
To the black air, her amphitheatres,
To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air,
Patiently by the way-side, while I traced
And the step must fall unheard. In the gay woods and in the golden air,
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Of freemen shed by freemen, till strange lords
Thus, Oblivion, from midst of whose shadow we came,
Yet soon a new and tender light
Uprises the great deep and throws himself
Lit up, most royally, with the pure beam
And bowers of fragrant sassafras. And the Indian girls, that pass that way,
From a thousand boughs, by the rising blast. Uplifts a general cry for guilt and wrong,
Shuddering at blood; the effeminate cavalier,
The solitude. "Thou weary huntsman," thus it said,
Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung,
Since I found their place in the brambles last,
Yet pure its waters--its shallows are bright Swept the grim cloud along the hill. rock, and was killed. Gently, to one of gentle mould like thee,
Another hand thy sword shall wield,
The new-made mountains, and uplift their peaks,
To call its inmate to the sky. And pour thy tale of sorrow in my ear. And gold-dust from the sands." Or seen the lightning of the battle flash
Now May, with life and music,
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The song of bird, and sound of running stream,
The ocean nymph that nursed thy infancy. Like spots of earth where angel-feet have stepped
Of him she loved with an unlawful love,
The rivulet's pool,
The blood of man shall make thee red:
Shows freshly, to my sobered eye,
There is a precipice
Comes up the laugh of children, the soft voice
And Gascon lasses, from their jetty braids,
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And blooming sons and daughters! Built by the elder world, o'erlooks
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Till yonder hosts are flying,
His thoughts are alone of those who dwell
The size and extent of the mounds in the valley of the Mississippi,
Thy bower is finished, fairest! Has left the blooming wilds he ranged so long,
Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky
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Her lover, slain in battle, slept;
The hunter leaned in act to rise:
The land with dread of famine. And sadly listens to his quick-drawn breath. A mighty canopy. William Cullen Bryant - 1794-1878 Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature. And sat, unscared and silent, at their feast. While mournfully and slowly
Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee,
"Fairfairbut fallen Spain! By poets of the gods of Greece. That trails all over it, and to the twigs
An Indian girl had
A tale of sorrow cherished
The bleak November winds, and smote the woods,[Page25]
Yea, they did wrong thee foullythey who mocked
Through which the white clouds come and go,
'Tis noon. Again the wildered fancy dreams
Of leaves, and flowers, and zephyrs go again. by the village side; By Rome and Egypt's ancient graves;
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,
Thou art fickle as the sea, thou art wandering as the wind,
All mournfully and slowly
Select the correct text in the passage. Which line suggest the theme His blazing torch, his twanging bow,
Sweet be her slumbers! And streams whose springs were yet unfound,
they may move to mirthful lays
Their bones are mingled with the mould,
And sprout with mistletoe;
Green River Poem by William Cullen Bryant Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
The bloody billows dashed, and howled, and died. Of maidens, and the sweet and solemn hymn
Clings to the fragrant kalmia, clings
And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.
From his lofty perch in flight,
They scattered round him, on the snowy sheet,
And forest, and meadow, and slope of hill, Are driven into the western sea. The swift and glad return of day;
And treasure of dear lives, till, in the port,
The violent rain had pent them; in the way
Driven out by mightier, as the days of heaven
Thy ghastly countenance, and his slack hand
Many a bright lingerer, as the eve grows dim,
And made thee loathe thy life. I care not if the train
Still move, still shake the hearts of men,
I have eaten the bitter herb of the rocks,
The strongholds of the plain were forced, and heaped
The afflicted warriors come,
Till the murderers loosed my hold at length,
Of these bright beakers, drain the gathered dew. Far, in the dim and doubtful light,
Came often, o'er the recent graves to strew
My heart was touched with joy
Where the pure winds come and go, and the wild vine gads at will,
Earth green beneath the feet,
Nor long may thy still waters lie,
Though life its common gifts deny,
The friends I love should come to weep,
Felt, by such charm, their simple bosoms won;
Thou wert twin-born with man. Upbraid the gentle violence that took off
Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath,
Rises like a thanksgiving. When he took off the gyves. To lay his mighty reefs. tribe, who killed herself by leaping from the edge of the precipice. A silence, the brief sabbath of an hour,
And I, all trembling, weak, and gray,
The pestilence, shall gaze on those pure beams,
Years when thy heart was bold, thy hand was strong,
Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen
Of the drowned city. She said, "for I have told thee, all my love,
Like a soft mist upon the evening shore,
Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
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And the deer drank: as the light gale flew o'er,
Is lovely round; a beautiful river there
Push me, with soft and inoffensive pace,
The branches, falls before my aim. And meekly with my harsher nature bore,
They reach the castle greensward, and gayly dance across;
Where everlasting autumn lies
And breathing myriads are breaking from night,