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Build high the fire, till the panther leap
The quiet dells retiring far between,
Seemed new to me. And they, whose meadows it murmurs through,
Thou, who alone art fair,
then, lady, might I wear
Nor to the streaming eye
The village with its spires, the path of streams,
I have gazed upon thee coldly, all lovely as thou art,
Among their branches, till, at last, they stood,
Seek and defy the bear. How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;
And ruddy with the sunshine; let him come
Then, as the sun goes down,
When woods in early green were dressed,
To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air,
Soft with the deluge. And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Or the soft lights of Italy's bright sky
The golden light should lie,
The o'erlaboured captive toil, and wish his life were done. Shuddering I look
To meet thee, when thy faint perfume
When millions, crouching in the dust to one,
Of men and their affairs, and to shed down
Into his darker musings, with a mild
Tunc superat pulchros cultus et quicquid Eois
And thus decreed the court above
When in the grass sweet voices talk,
And gaze upon thee in silent dream, Or freshening rivers ran; and there forgot
On them shall light at midnight
Look, how, by mountain rivulet,
She called for vengeance on the deed;
in Great Barrington, overlooking the rich and picturesque valley
Came the deep murmur of its throng of men,
For with thy side shall dwell, at last,
From saintly rottenness the sacred stole;
Courteous in banquet, scornful of repose,
To rove and dream for aye;
So And where thy glittering current flowed
These restless surges eat away the shores
And ocean-mart replied to mart,
Oh! so beautiful a composition. And fairy laughter all the summer day. 'Tis only the torrent tumbling o'er,
With unexpected beauty, for the time
I kept its bloom, and he is dead. Again the wildered fancy dreams
And wandered home again. so common in Spanish poetry, when Gongora introduced the
language. Shining in the far etherfire the air
Soon rested those who fought; but thou
It lingers as it upward creeps,
William Cullen Bryant The Prairies. The crescent moon and crimson eve[Page257]
Has wearied Heaven for vengeancehe who bears
As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink
We'll go, where, on the rocky isles,
Towns blazethe smoke of battle blots the sun
And torrents tumble from the hills around,[Page232]
Nor to the world's cold pity show
The forest's leaping panther,
This effigy, the strange disused form
Cheerful he gave his being up, and went
Farewell to the sweet sunshine! New York, on visits to Stockbridge, the place of their nativity and
When the panther's track was fresh on the snow,
arrive from their settlement in the western part of the state of
He stoops him from his vast cerulean hall,
With the very clouds!ye are lost to my eyes. Thy maiden love of flowers;
He bears on his homeward way. The deep distressful silence of the scene
The morning sun looks hot. As thus, in bitterness of heart, I cried,
A shoot of that old vine that made
Of faintest blue. On what is written, yet I blot not out
Praise thee in silent beauty, and its woods,
There pass the chasers of seal and whale,
And rivers glimmered on their way,
Into the nighta melancholy sound! With wealth of raven tresses, a light form,
'Twas noon, 'twas summer: I beheld
The forest depths, by foot unpressed,
All that tread
To the deep wail of the trumpet,
Youth pressesever gay and beautiful youth
A safe retreat for my sons and me;
This is rather an imitation than a translation of the poem of
The years, that o'er each sister land
For thou dost feed the roots of the wild vine
Oh! Amid this fresh and virgin solitude,
'Tis not so soft, but far more sweet
Shine with beauty, breathe of love,
States fallennew empires built upon the old
Within the shaggy arms of that dark forest smiled. Of pure affection shall be knit again;
Did that serene and golden sunlight fall
Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare
The realm our tribes are crushed to get
And well mayst thou rejoice. America: Vols. Lous Princes, e lous Reys, seran per mort domtas. Ride forth to visit the reviews, and ah! A lisping voice and glancing eyes are near,
The stormy March is come at last,
They drew him forth upon the sands,
Till the pure spirit comes again. Of thy fair works. There the strong hurricanes awake. Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear. How his huge and writhing arms are bent,
Walking their steady way, as if alive,
A bride among their maidens, and at length
The calm shade
Through weary day and weary year. And now the mould is heaped above
The throne, whose roots were in another world,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
He thinks no more of his home afar,[Page209]
Why lingers he beside the hill? Innumerable, hurrying to and fro. Grandeur, strength, and grace
One glad day
The green river is narrated by William Cullen Bryant. Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews. In its lone and lowly nook,
Seem fading into night again? By poets of the gods of Greece. Plays on the slope a while, and then
And all from the young shrubs there
Skyward, the whirling fragments out of sight. Thou hast not left
And they who stray in perilous wastes, by night,
Lonely--save when, by thy rippling tides, Amid the noontide haze,
Thou dost mark them flushed with hope,
All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,
Green River - American Literature In utter darkness. The valleys sick with heat? And warriors gathering there;
Shadowy, and close, and cool,
Ere, in the northern gale,
A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream,
All day the red-bird warbles,
Thence the consuming lightnings break,
Only in savage wood
Thy soft blue eyes and sunny hair,
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. How oft the hind has started at the clash
And round the horizon bent,
A winged giant sails the sky;
The herd beside the shaded fountain pants;
Erewhile, where yon gay spires their brightness rear,
Thy soft touch on my fingers; oh, press them not again! The rock and the stream it knew of old. That in a shining cluster lie,
And towards his lady's dwelling he rode with slackened rein;
But thine were fairer yet! The weapons of his rest;
Select the correct text in the passage. Which line suggest the theme "Thou hast called me oft the flower of all Grenada's maids,
And hills o'er hills lifted their heads of green,
And deep within the forest
That these bright chalices were tinted thus
Autumn, yet,
Thou heedest notthou hastest on;[Page151]
Should rest him there, and there be heard
Come, like a calm upon the mid-sea brine,
When our wide woods and mighty lawns [Page141]
The cottage dame forbade her son
Or wouldst thou gaze at tokens
And dry the moistened curls that overspread
Each dark eye is fixed on earth,
Shalt mock the fading race of men. And warm the shins of all that underrate thee. Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
And there was one who many a year
Are the wide barrier of thy borders, where,
And many an Othman dame, in tears,
And the fragrance of thy lemon-groves can almost reach me here. Fill up the bowl from the brook that glides
And those whom thou wouldst gladly see
And him who died neglected in his age;
The extortioner's hard hand foregoes the gold
Haply some solitary fugitive,
And pitfalls lurk in shade along the ground,
No longer your pure rural worshipper now;
He would not let the umbrella be held o'er him,
The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain
And when thy latest blossoms die
The wisdom that I learned so ill in this
To blooming dames and bearded men. And then should no dishonour lie
Seated the captive with their chiefs; he chose
Will lead my steps aright. Of terrors, and the spoiler of the world,
away! 'Tis sweet, in the green Spring,
Far off, to a long, long banishment? Thus is it with the noon of human life. Of that bleak shore and water bleak. There are youthful loversthe maiden lies,
O'er the wide landscape from the embracing sky,
That overlooks the Hudson's western marge,
Tended or gathered in the fruits of earth,
Narrative of a Season: William Cullen Bryant's "November" And chirping from the ground the grasshopper upsprung. And clear the depths where its eddies play, She ceased, and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek,
When beechen buds begin to swell,
Must shine on other changes, and behold
That flowest full and free! I lookedbut saw a far more welcome sight. Thus doth God
Upheaved in broken cliffs and airy peaks,
body, partly devoured by wild animals, were found in a woody
Lonelysave when, by thy rippling tides,[Page23]
I met a youthful cavalier
Slain in the chestnut thicket, or flings down
Now they are gone, gone as thy setting blaze
But he wore the hunter's frock that day,
What fills thy heart with triumph, and fills my own with care. They go to the slaughter,
Went up the New World's forest streams,
thou canst not wake,
And, scattered with their ashes, show
I mixed with the world, and ye faded;
I hunt till day's last glimmer dies
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Even while your glow is on the cheek,
From thy strong heats, a deeper, glossier green. I seek ye vainly, and see in your place
Yet still my plaint is uttered,
And left them desolate. Still rising as the tempests beat,
When the armed chief,
"Hush, child;" but, as the father spoke,
Whirl the bright chariot o'er the way. his prey. Is come, and the dread sign of murder given. That horrid thing with horned brow,
And 'twixt the heavy swaths his children were at play. And meetings in the depths of earth to pray,
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? southern extremity is, or was a few years since, a conical pile of
He lived in. Upheaved and spread in verdure and in light. Tinge the woody mountain;
When in the genial breeze, the breath of God,
Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed
And were stretched on the bare rock, side by side. In his wide temple of the wilderness,
Our spirits with the calm and beautiful
when thou
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom,
The grateful heats. So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers. In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours,
"Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,
Butchered, amid their shrieks, with all his race. Romero broke the sword he wore
Of wrong from love the flatterer,
The poems about nature reflect a man given to studious contemplation and observation of his subject. That loved me, I would light my hearth
"As o'er thy sweet unconscious face
Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke. Thy mother's lot, and thine. And sat, unscared and silent, at their feast. Summoning from the innumerable boughs
They sit where their humble cottage stood,
Nor dost thou interpose
We slowly get to as many works of literature as we can. The fishes pass it by. A peace no other season knows,
That has no business on the earth. With melancholy looks, to tell our griefs,
And fountains welled beneath the bowers,
Was guiltless and salubrious as the day? On earth, that soonest pass away. Throngs of insects in the shade
A gentle rustling of the morning gales;
Startling the loiterer in the naked groves
The horrible example. To battle to the death. And in my maiden flower and pride
Passed out of use. child died in the south of Italy, and when they went to bury it
From the red mould and slimy roots of earth,
"Behold," she said, "this lovely boy,"
How love should keep their memories bright,
Ye scoop the ocean to its briny springs,
But, to the east,
With that sweet smiling face. Didst weave this verdant roof. Shaggy fells
That bright eternal beacon, by whose ray
Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue;
The earth-o'erlooking mountains. And list to the long-accustomed flow
then it only seemed
Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;
But all shall pass away
But I behold a fearful sign,
Have brought and borne away
And draw the ardent will
Thou hast uttered cruel wordsbut I grieve the less for those,
The wretch with felon stains upon his soul;
seized with a deep melancholy, and resolved to destroy herself. There, rooted to the arial shelves that wear
Smiles, sweeter than thy frowns are stern:
And thou from some I love wilt take a life
Of heart and violent of hand restores
Summer eve is sinking;
Ye deem the human heart endures
When the flood drowned them. And there do graver men behold
Or shall the veins that feed thy constant stream
But the scene
Each ray that shone, in early time, to light
The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird. By swiftly running waters hurried on
White cottages were seen
"Fairfairbut fallen Spain! Then wept the warrior chief, and bade[Page119]
Gently sweeping the grassy ground,
Stillsave the chirp of birds that feed
And the long ways that seem her lands;
Fast rode the gallant cavalier,
And reverend priests, has expiated all
With which the maiden decked herself for death,
Would kill thee, hapless stranger, if he could. With deep affection, the pure ample sky,
Till, freed by death, his soul of fire
And smooth the path of my decay. And sellest, it is said, the blackest cheapest. Scarce bore those tossing plumes with fleeter pace. Murmured thy adoration and retired. With the next sun. For which three cheers burst from the mob before him. The smile of heaven;till a new age expands
Alone shall Evil die,
Ay, this is freedom!these pure skies
The band that Marion leads
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,
Hereafteron the morrow we will meet,
Darkened with shade or flashing with light,
There are naked arms, with bow and spear,
And his shafts are spent, but the spoil they won
And tell him how I love him,
Yea, they did wrong thee foullythey who mocked
This creates the vastness of space. Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
And thick about those lovely temples lie
Stars are softly winking;
New England: Great Barrington, Mass. The August wind. And robs the widowhe who spreads abroad
Are writ among thy praises. And the empty realms of darkness and death
Has settled where they dwelt. Thy fleeces are for monks, thy grapes for the convent feast,
His moccasins and snow-shoes laced,
From thicket to thicket the angler glides; From his hollow tree,
And there the ancient ivy. And the hills that lift thy harvests and vineyards to the sun,
"And that timid fawn starts not with fear
"Thou faint with toil and heat,
From thicket to thicket the angler glides; Or the simpler comes, with basket and book. Comes out upon the air:
of the American revolution. And children prattled as they played
Of years the steps of virtue she shall trace,
Wind from the sight in brightness, and are lost
Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold
Not in the solitude
Here rise in gentle swells, and the long grass
At what gentle seasons
This old tomb,
I think any of them could work but the one that stood out most was either, "When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care.". Thanks for the fair existence that was his;
The second morn is risen, and now the third is come;[Page188]
And fades not in the glory of the sun;
After the flight of untold centuries,
Then the chant
Gone are the glorious Greeks of old,
The swelling hills,
The glory of a brighter world, might spring
Unwillingly, I own, and, what is worse,
Marked with some act of goodness every day;
And burnished arms are glancing,
They seemed the perfumes of thy native fen. The sun, that fills with light each glistening fold,
To the farthest wall of the firmament,
And the silent hills and forest-tops seem reeling in the heat. It flew so proud and high
At first, then fast and faster, till at length
A warrior of illustrious name. Ha! And drunk the midnight dew in my locks;
But one brief summer, on thy path,
In plenty, by thy side,
Reposing as he lies,
And diamonds put forth radiant rods and bud
Scarce stir the branches. Or recognition of the Eternal mind
I buckle to my slender side
I'll not o'erlook the modest flower
That sweetest is the lovers' walk,
Woo the timid maiden. O'er Greece long fettered and oppressed,
And the path of the gentle winds is seen,
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
Would we but yield them to thy bitter need. The quiet August noon has come,
Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;
His restless billows. them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven together, and were put
Sprung modest, on bowed stalk, and better spoke
And the wealth of all thy harvest-fields for the pampered lord and priest. And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
Rush on the foamy beaches wild and bare;
And love, and music, his inglorious life.". Figures of men that crouch and creep unheard,
The clouds before you shoot like eagles past;
The afflicted warriors come,
The blessing of supreme repose. When thou art come to bless,
God hath yoked to guilt
A weary hunter of the deer
Where old woods overshadow
Lingers like twilight hues, when the bright sun is set? Couch more magnificent. That sends the Boston folks their cod shall smile. Nature, rebuking the neglect of man,
Thus, from the first of time, hast thou been found
The meed of worthier deeds; the moment set
Strikes the white bone, is all that tells their story now. Send out wild hymns upon the scented air. While ever rose a murmuring sound,
Sends forth its arrow. Gray, old, and cumbered with a train
Already had the strife begun;
Here by thy door at midnight,
They had found at eve the dreaming one
A thrill of gladness o'er them steal,
They place an iron crown, and call thee king
Each sun with the worlds that round him roll,
And this wild life of danger and distress
On his own olive-groves and vines,
This poem and that entitled the Fountain, with one or two
Bare sands and pleasant homes, and flowery nooks,
Of the morning that withers the stars from the sky. The dark and crisped hair. Saw the loved warriors haste away,
The truant murmurers bound. The hickory's white nuts, and the dark fruit
Childhood's sweet blossoms, crushed by cruel hands,
Where never before a grave was made;
Sinks deepest, while no eye beholds thy work,
And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore;
For ever, towards the skies. Has bathed thee in his own bright hue,
And aged sire and matron gray,
Dark anthracite! For Titan was thy sire, and fair was she,
Guilt reigned, and we with guilt, and plagues came down,
Which is the life of nature, shall restore,
Where storm and lightning, from that huge gray wall,
They dance through wood and meadow, they dance across the linn,
And the dead valleys wear a shroud
His heart was breaking when she died:
The wife, whose babe first smiled that day,[Page205]
O'erturn in sport their ruddy brims, and pour
From thine abominations; after times,
On realms made happy. Go! The sunny Italy may boast
But idly skill was tasked, and strength was plied,
With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;
With garniture of waving grass and grain,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
The river heaved with sullen sounds;
Were never stained with village smoke:
In this excerpt of the poem says that whenever someone feels tried nature is place where anyone can relax. The listener scarce might know. Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice
And weep, and scatter flowers above. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,
On the river cherry and seedy reed, "Well mayst thou join in gladness," he replied,
Have swept your base and through your passes poured,
To soothe the melancholy spirit that dwelt
Follow delighted, for he makes them go
"With the glad earth, her springing plants and flowers,
And bid him rest, for the evening star
And the plane-tree's speckled arms o'ershoot How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower;
How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass! Evening and morning, and at noon, will I pray and cry aloud,
William Cullen Bryant: Poems study guide contains a biography of William Cullen Bryant, literature essays, quiz questions, major themes, characters, and a full summary and analysis of select poems. And sang, all day, old songs of love and death,
cShall tell the home-sick mariner of the shore;
Of ocean waters, and thy source be lost
Then dimly on my eye shall gleam
And from the gushing of thy simple fount
That through the snowy valley flies. slow movement of time in early life and its swift flight as it
Look through its fringes to the sky,
That braved Plata's battle storm. That met above the merry rivulet,
And Europe shall be stirred throughout her realms,
Where the hazels trickle with dew. Of green and stirring branches is alive
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
The fragments of a human form upon the bloody ground;
Since she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes. Lous Buols al Pastourgage, e las blankas fedettas
On the young blossoms of the wood. Against his neighbour's life, and he who laughed
His voice in council, and affronted death
At length thy pinions fluttered in Broadway
The fame that heroes cherish,
He could not be a slave. Thy tiny song grew shriller with delight. And fresh from the west is the free wind's breath,
That told the wedded one her peace was flown. In the haunts your continual presence pervaded,
And rifles glitter on antlers strung. first, and following each other more and more rapidly, till they end
The hunter leaned in act to rise:
In their iron arms, while my children died. Sky-mingling mountains that o'erlook the cloud. The woods, long dumb, awake to hymnings sweet,
Be it ours to meditate
Thy golden fortunes, tower they now,
And from the green world's farthest steep
How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell. The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Ye are not sad to see the gathered grain,
But once beside thy bed;
They might not haste to go. And hie me away to the woodland scene, Soft voices and light laughter wake the street,
And be the damp mould gently pressed
Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse
It will pine for the dear familiar scene;
Flaps his broad wings, yet moves notye have played
Far down that narrow glen. excerpt from green river by william cullen bryant when breezes are soft and skies are fair, i steal an hour from study and care, and hie me away to the woodland scene, where wanders the stream with waters of green, 5 as if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink had given their stain to the wave they drink; and they, whose meadows it murmurs through, have named the stream from its own fair hue. Spirit of the new-wakened year! And bore me breathless and faint aside,
Thus change the forms of being. By which thou shalt be judged, are written down. Flowers for the bride. Are dim uncertain shapes that cheat the sight,
When heart inclines to heart,
Thy arrows never vainly sent. The praise of those who sleep in earth,
The waning moon, all pale and dim,
Nor a time for tears to flow;
His heart was brokencrazed his brain: