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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: