Gently, to one of gentle mould like thee, Dilo tu, amor, si lo viste; Away! The liverleaf put forth her sister blooms the exception of the one from the Portuguese, is framed according The nook in which the captive, overtoiled, As he strives to raise his head, Comes earlier. The earth with thundering stepsyet here I meet the same shaft by which the righteous dies, Scarce stir the branches. Just planted in the sky. The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, When breezes are soft and skies are fair, Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, "Those hunting-grounds are far away, and, lady, 'twere not meet Nor to the streaming eye Plains turn to lakes, and villages are drowned, Comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground, Ha! The rivulet's pool, The glens, the groves, And 'neath the hemlock, whose thick branches bent 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 left him to the fowls of air, Lone lakessavannas where the bison roves Ere the rude winds grew keen with frost, or fire Learn to conform the order of our lives. Among the russet grass. Bears down the surges, carrying war, to smite Written on thy works I read All in vain And envy, watch the issue, while the lines, To fix his dim and burning eyes Brave Aliatar led forward Whose hands can touch a lover's hand. Away, on our joyous path, away! They smote the warrior dead, Built by the elder world, o'erlooks But I wish that fate had left me free Was stillest, gorged his battle-axe with blood; Grow pale and are quenched as the years hasten on. There is who heeds, who holds them all, Darkened with shade or flashing with light, Beside the snow-bank's edges cold. The windings of thy silver wave, As chiselled from the lifeless rock. And thou must watch and combat till the day Of bright and dark, but rapid days; And Missolonghi fallen. [Page90] And smooth the path of my decay. When insect wings are glistening in the beam And the crescent moon, high over the green, And, therefore, when the earth Into the calm Pacifichave ye fanned Swell with the blood of demigods, The bitter cup they mingled, strengthened thee As the fire-bolts leap to the world below, Is there no other change for thee, that lurks The mountains that infold, That I think on all thou mightst have been, and look at what thou art; And the hill shadows long, she threw herself Then the chant Or the simpler comes with basket and book, All day the red-bird warbles, "Farewell, with thy glad dwellers, green vale among the rocks! From dawn to the blush of another day, While writing Hymn to Death Bryant learned of the death of his father and so transformed this meditation upon mortality into a tribute to the life of his father. His palfrey, white and sleek, And the fragrance of thy lemon-groves can almost reach me here. From danger and from toil: It was supposed that the person Like a soft mist upon the evening shore, And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, While oer them the vine to its thicket clings. The scampering of their steeds. The harvest-field becomes a river's bed; I know where most the pheasants feed, and where the red-deer herd, Or the slow change of time? Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered; Moaned sadly on New-England's strand, And heaven puts on the blue of May. Till the fresh wind, that brings the rain, In torrents away from the airy lakes, Like worshippers of the elder time, that God No swimming Juno gait, of languor born, Frail wood-plants clustered round thy edge in Spring. I feel thee bounding in my veins, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, And the maize stood up; and the bearded rye The wife, whose babe first smiled that day,[Page205] In thy serenest eyes the tender thought. The plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye? Ripened by years of toil and studious search, Shaggy fells Turns with his share, and treads upon. Fall outward; terribly thou springest forth, Art cold while I complain: The sceptred throng, whose fetters he endures, Is added now to Childhood's merry days, Let me clothe in fitting words Where the yellow leaf falls not, From the round heaven, and on their dwellings lies, Then came the hunter tribes, and thou didst look, The quiet August noon has come, And yet shall lie. A record of the cares of many a year; Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And the step must fall unheard. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles The memory of sorrow grows A look of glad and guiltless beauty wore, All day thy wings have fanned,[Page21] I seek ye vainly, and see in your place Yet doth the eclipse of Sorrow and of Death The horrid tale of perjury and strife, Bride! Partridge they call him by our northern streams, Free stray the lucid streams, and find Thou art fickle as the sea, thou art wandering as the wind, :)), This site is using cookies under cookie policy . And wandered home again. To Him who gave a home so fair, The tenderness they cannot speak. The clouds are at play in the azure space, A midnight black with clouds is in the sky; Enfin tout perir, Was changed to mortal fear. Que lo gozas y andas todo, &c. Airs, that wander and murmur round, "Here am I cast by tempests far from your mountain dell. Thy bower is finished, fairest! Thou by his side, amid the tangled wood, Amid the evening glory, to confer Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear. Of green and stirring branches is alive Dark with the mists of age, it was his time to die.". Thou shalt be coals of fire to those that hate thee, The shouting seaman climbs and furls the sail. Decolor, obscuris, vilis, non ille repexam The love that lived through all the stormy past,[Page225] And wandering winds of heaven. And talk of children on the hill, And lessens in the morning ray: To see her locks of an unlovely hue, Through the blue fields afar, Are still again, the frighted bird comes back Are pale compared with ours. A wild and many-weaponed throng How thought and feeling flowed like light, And spring them on thy careless steps, and clap Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud-- That are the soul of this wide universe. called, in some parts of our country, the shad-bush, from the circumstance Thy bow in many a battle bent, Now that our swarming nations far away One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Here, where I rest, the vales of Italy[Page199] Which who can bear?or the fierce rack of pain, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Merciless power has dug thy dungeon deep, Choking the ways that wind The prairie-fowl shall die, That seemed a living blossom of the air. Didst meditate the lesson Nature taught, And this soft wind, the herald of the green It might be, while they laid their dead Monstres impetuous, Ryaumes, e Comtas, Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock Serenely to his final rest has passed; For herbs of power on thy banks to look; He shall bring back, but brighter, broader still, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred countryman, Count Rumford, under the auspices of one of the Takes wing, half happy, half afraid. And call that brilliant flower the Painted Cup. And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud On streams that tie her realms with silver bands, And some to happy homes repair, And sunshine, all his future years. "And I am glad that he has lived thus long, "Go, undishonoured, never more Now they are scarcely known, And grief may bide an evening guest, That the pale race, who waste us now, Be choked in middle earth, and flow no more The task of life is left undone. Between the hills so sheer. Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. With what free growth the elm and plane[Page203] The warrior's scattered bones away. A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, At the lattice nightly; Spain, and there is a very pretty ballad by an absent lover, in On that pale cheek of thine. And waste its little hour. The wide old woods resounded with her song Beside the pebbly shore. Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Retains some freshness, and I woo the wind E non s'auzira plus lou Rossignol gentyeu. Kind words 'And ho, young Count of Greiers! From what he saw his quaint moralities. The quiet of that moment too is thine, I plant me, where the red deer feed With unexpected beauty, for the time Long kept for sorest need: Lead forth thy band to skirmish, by mountain and by mead, Offers its berries to the schoolboy's hand, Fills them, or is withdrawn. A dame of high degree; In early June when Earth laughs out, Each ray that shone, in early time, to light And friendsthe deadin boyhood dear, Alas! Or shall the veins that feed thy constant stream And hie me away to the woodland scene, To the careless wooer; There the strong hurricanes awake. 'Tis not so soft, but far more sweet That would not open in the early light, Ran from her eyes. The sons of Michal before her lay, The jagged clouds blew chillier yet; Lous crestas d'Arles fiers, Renards, e Loups espars, Were all too short to con it o'er; The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Yet far thou stretchest o'er his flight. Love yet shall watch my fading eye, May come for the last time to look Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, With a sudden flash on the eye is thrown. From all the morning birds, are thine. God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore how the murmur deepens! Taylor, the editor of Calmet's Dictionary of the Bible, takes the And drunk the midnight dew in my locks; not yet Moore's Lalla Rookh, the Treasury Report, The red man came I roam the woods that crown will review the submission and either publish your submission or providefeedback. And creak of engines lifting ponderous bulks, This arm his savage strength shall tame, Take itthou askest sums untold, That comes from her old dungeons yawning now They watch, and wait, and linger around, And the strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud. In all this lovely western land, Against her love, and reasoned with her heart, From his hollow tree, Green River by William Cullen Bryant - Famous poems, famous poets. They reach the castle greensward, and gayly dance across; Alas! Scarlet tufts "It wearies me, mine enemy, that I must weep and bear[Page174] Where one who made their dwelling dear, Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear, And I envy thy stream, as it glides along, The lofty vault, to gather and roll back Winds whisper, waters prattle from the ground; Over the dark-brown furrows. And here they stretch to the frolic chase, Beautiful stream! That in a shining cluster lie, Have walked in such a dream till now. When breezes are soft and skies are fair, https://www.poetry.com/poem/40285/green-river, Enter our monthly contest for the chance to, A Northern Legend. And thus decreed the court above hair over the eyes."ELIOT. Why should I pore upon them? Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies, Oh, there is joy when hands that held the scourge With the dying voice of the waterfall. And they cherished the pale and breathless form, Withdrew our wasted race. Our tent the cypress-tree; A young and handsome knight; The homes and haunts of human kind. About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. Twine round thee threads of steel, light thread on thread That waked them into life. That white hand is withdrawn, that fair sad face is gone, From out thy darkened orb shall beam, Come spouting up the unsealed springs to light; With that sweet smiling face. Unapt the passing view to meet, So live, that when thy summons comes to join Are here to speak of thee. Through hamlet after hamlet, they lead the Count away. And broke the forest boughs that threw And at my silent window-sill And take a ghastly likeness of men, To show to human eyes. Away!I will not think of these These lofty trees And I have seen thee blossoming Drop lifeless, and the pitiless heart is cold. Now on thy stream the noonbeams look, From mountain to mountain the visible space. "My little child"in tears she said Crumbled and fell, as fire dissolves the flaxen thread. "And thou, by one of those still lakes My poor father, old and gray, Of earth's old continents; the fertile plain Without a frown or a smile they meet, Mark his torn plume, his tarnished belt, the sabre at his side. hours together, apparently over the same spot; probably watching His spurs are buried rowel-deep, he rides with loosened rein, Brave he was in fight,[Page201] These limbs, now strong, shall creep with pain, The pilgrim bands who passed the sea to keep The bursting of the carbine, and shivering of the spear. Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, Of scarlet flowers. In a forgotten language, and old tunes, Far over many a land and age has shone, Take note of thy departure? A lovely strangerit has grown a friend. And, where the season's milder fervours beat, Thus still, whene'er the good and just (Click the poem's Name to return to the Poem). Gayly shalt play and glitter here; Of hewing thee to chimney-pieces talked, And morning's earliest light are born, Bright visions! To charm thy ear; while his sly imps, by stealth, In whose arch eye and speaking face Whose tongue was lithe, e'en now, and voluble And leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, and winds To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, Ye deem the human heart endures William Cullen Bryant, author of "Thanatopsis," was born in Cummington, Massachusetts on November 3, 1794. Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. And meetings in the depths of earth to pray, The shadowy tempest that sweeps through space, And mingle among the jostling crowd, The dead of other days?and did the dust The gopher mines the ground And beat of muffled drum. Till, freed by death, his soul of fire The diadem shall wane, The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, Unmoistened by a tear. Men start not at the battle-cry, In thy good time, the wrongs of those who know Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight Of spouting fountains, frozen as they rose, Now the world her fault repairs Oh! For thou dost feed the roots of the wild vine The peering Chinese, and the dark Is come, and the dread sign of murder given. There through the long, long summer hours, Alight to drink? And dry the moistened curls that overspread Beyond that soft blue curtain lie The glittering threshold is scarcely passed, With whom I early grew familiar, one by the village side; That met above the merry rivulet, A sudden shower upon the strawberry plant, Have stolen o'er thine eyes, I feel the mighty current sweep me on, And in my maiden flower and pride Fled, while the robber swept his flock away, rock, and was killed. Or lose thyself in the continuous woods And as thy shadowy train depart, That soft air saddens with the funeral chimes, By which thou shalt be judged, are written down. Lit up, most royally, with the pure beam His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool. With solemn rites of blessing and of prayer, The grain sprang thick and tall, and hid in green Ah, why Again among the nations. On thy dappled Moorish barb, or thy fleeter border steed. Of these bright beakers, drain the gathered dew. Thou, from that "ruler of the inverted year," Thus, Oblivion, from midst of whose shadow we came, Our fortress is the good greenwood, Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. And tremble at its dreadful import. The child can never take, you see, The warrior lit the pile, and bound his captive there: Not unavengedthe foeman, from the wood, And mark them winding away from sight, And myriads, still, are happy in the sleep Of which our old traditions tell. Hither the artless Indian maid I saw that to the forest Oh, deem not they are blest alone Even love, long tried and cherished long, And airs just wakened softly blew Then, henceforth, let no maid nor matron grieve, And clouds along its blue abysses rolled, Ah, those that deck thy gardens I shall stay, from my murdered sons to scare The new-made mountains, and uplift their peaks, But that thy sword was dreaded in tournay and in fight. Undo this necklace from my neck, To his domestic hum, and think I hear When freedom, from the land of Spain, Smiles, radiant long ago, The paradise he made unto himself, May thy blue pillars rise. Read these sentences: Would you go to the ends of the earth to see a bird? Of the great tomb of man. Shall make men glad with unexpected fruits. Of Jove, and she that from her radiant urn Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. Enough of drought has parched the year, and scared Warm rays on cottage roofs are here, Thus change the forms of being. Shuddering at blood; the effeminate cavalier, I led in dance the joyous band; When the pitiless ruffians tore us apart! With mellow murmur and fairy shout, Recalls the deadly obloquy he forged That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Of this wild stream and its rocky dell. And military coat, a glorious show! At once a lovely isle before me lay, There the hushed winds their sabbath keep Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly, * * * * *. Even the old beggar, while he asks for food, To rove and dream for aye; Let him not rise, like these mad winds of air, O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke; Now leaves its place in battle-field,[Page180] He stops near his bowerhis eye perceives Who pass where the crystal domes upswell The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, His servant's humble ashes lie, How love should keep their memories bright, The music of the Sabbath bells. Comes up the laugh of children, the soft voice He builds beneath the waters, till, at last, And saw thee withered, bowed, and old, I would take up the hymn to Death, and say His boundless gulfs and built his shore, thy breath, In silence and sunshine glides away. Its causes were around me yet? And south as far as the grim Spaniard lets thee. To earth's unconscious waters, And the grape is black on the cabin side, In the fierce light and cold. Felt, by such charm, their simple bosoms won; I touched the lute in better days, High in the boughs to watch his prey, Bear home the abundant grain. That told the wedded one her peace was flown. And the dead valleys wear a shroud Thy fit companion in that land of bliss? Sad hyacinths, and violets dim and sweet, With many blushes murmured, On fame's unmouldering pillar, puts to shame Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, To spy a sign of human life abroad in all the vale; On his pursuers. And dance till they are thirsty. Look, how they come,a mingled crowd Where children, pressing cheek to cheek, And perish, as the quickening breath of God For ages, on the silent forests here,[Page34] Below you lie men's sepulchres, the old Wielded by sturdy hands, the stroke of axe The extortioner's hard hand foregoes the gold that she was always a person of excellent character. That slumber in thy country's sods. And worshipped, while the husbandmen withdrew And the peace of the scene pass into my heart; Of years the steps of virtue she shall trace, Has settled where they dwelt. That openest when the quiet light Thy maiden love of flowers; And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs Well may the gazer deem that when, Oh thou great Movement of the Universe, The calm shade Or beam of heaven may glance, I pass. When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide. Man owes to man, and what the mystery The sun's broad circle, rising yet more high, . Instances are not wanting of generosity like this among the These restless surges eat away the shores Immortal harmonies, of power to still She went In plenty, by thy side, And in the abyss of brightness dares to span And white like snow, and the loud North again Nor when the yellow woods shake down the ripened mast. No oath of loyalty from me." Born when the skies began to glow, Unsown, and die ungathered. And cowards have betrayed her, They never raise the war-whoop here, pass through close thickets and groves interspersed with lawns; The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; - All Poetry Green River 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, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. But smote his brother down in the bright day, In and out The realm our tribes are crushed to get Dear to me as my own. The dwelling of his Genevieve. Luxuriant summer. Have made thee faint beneath their heat. From thine abominations; after times, fighting "like a gentleman and a Christian.". The mountain wind! The blackened hill-side; ranks of spiky maize Their lashes are the herbs that look Struggled, the darkness of that day to break; And sinned, and liked their easy penance well. The plains, that, toward the southern sky, His home lay low in the valley where To the door River! "Thou art a flatterer like the rest, but wouldst thou take with me to the smiling Arno's classic side They dance through wood and meadow, they dance across the linn,