 | William Cullen Bryant - 1862 - 276 pagina’s
...burn, Earliest the light of life departs, But lingers with the cold and stern. THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1863 - 614 pagina’s
...LORD, 1 BELIEVE, HELPTHOD 85. To THE EVENING WIND. 1 Q1PIRIT that breathest through my lattice, tlou *J That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully...freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon tho deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 348 pagina’s
...through all the fields of boundless space. H. KIRKE WHITE, 1785-1806. TO TITE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice — thou That cool'st...swelling the white sail. — I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 116 pagina’s
...still calm peace to keep, Beneath a flowery turf they sleep. Joseph Warton. THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st...their spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thce Nor I alone — -a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 120 pagina’s
...to keep, Beneath a flowery turf they sleep. THE EVENING WIND. Joseph Warton. SPIRIT that brcathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st the twilight...spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid forms rise... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 798 pagina’s
...her who, still and cold, Fills the next grave, — the beautiful and young ' THE EVENING WIND. Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their Bpray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd laud, thou wanderer of the sea !... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1865 - 304 pagina’s
...: Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Hiding all day the wild blue waves till now, Koughening their crests, and scattering high *» their spray,...welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night ; And, languishing... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - 1865 - 260 pagina’s
...so good a friend. 8. Let us look forward to the end of that century | which has commenced. Spirit | that breathest through my lattice, thou | That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day. His natural instinct discovers | what knowledge can perform. There is not a great author here [ who... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1866 - 1010 pagina’s
...the air Of those culm solitudes, is there. TO THE EVEÎflUG WIÎÇD. Spirit that breathes! tluuiigli ɣ . Nn 5 Wt qˑM9 . n z PQs ' * 3$ 5 T q6 } m... ( * |:Q h' z 4a H v 1 H h 3 $ rQ L O> plnv, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 pagina’s
...brought good news from Ghent. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. THE EVENING WIND. (WRITTEN IN NORTH AMERICA.) SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, — thou That cool'st...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Not I alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
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SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests,... 
