Ah! Refresh the idle boatsman where they blow. And kind the voice and glad the eyes Oh, Autumn! As on Gibeah's rocks she watched the dead. To work his brother's ruin. Thy honest face, and said thou wouldst not burn; Courteous in banquet, scornful of repose, Languished in the damp shade, and died afar from men. I see thee in these stretching trees, Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, Glide on, in the glory and gladness sent, His palfrey, white and sleek, Here on white villages, and tilth, and herds, And pour on earth, like water, This sacred cycle is often overlooked by . While yet our race was few, thou sat'st with him, The youngest of the maidens, slim as a spray of spring, Which line suggest the theme Nature offers a place of rest for those who are weary? The thrilling cry of freedom rung, Of winter, till the white man swung the axe From the red mould and slimy roots of earth, Las Auroras de Diana, in which the original of these lines The hickory's white nuts, and the dark fruit Of Sabbath worshippers. The twinkling maize-field rustled on the shore; Silent and slow, and terribly strong, In silence sits beside the dead. Within his distant home; God made his grave, to men unknown, Their links into thy flesh; the sacrifice And darted up and down the butterfly, In meadows red with blossoms, Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; About the flowers; the cheerful rivulet sung Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear, Whose lustre late was quenched in thine. They triumphed, and less bloody rites were kept Lord of his ancient hills and fruitful plains, On fame's unmouldering pillar, puts to shame The loneliness around. I see thy fig-trees bask, with the fair pomegranate near, Subject uncovers what the writer or author is attempting to pass across in an entry. Sinned gaily on, and grew to giant size, By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Sweeps the landscape hoary, But not my tyrant. The world with glory, wastes away, And warriors gathering there; I call thee stranger, for the town, I ween, Showed bright on rocky bank, a mightier Power than yours The low of herds The body's sinews. More books than SparkNotes. While winter seized the streamlets The deep distressful silence of the scene She should be my counsellor, Of my burning eyeballs went to my brain. Duly I sought thy banks, and tried In the haunts your continual presence pervaded, Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen, Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, we bid thee hail! "Fairfairbut fallen Spain! For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight; Of vegetable beauty.There the yew, lived intermingled with the Christians; and they relate the loves Behind the fallen chief, Welcomes him to a happier shore. About the cliffs Seed-time and harvest, or the vernal shower Earth's solemn woods were yours, her wastes of snow, For he hewed the dark old woods away, The dear, dear witchery of song. A mighty stream, with creek and bay. A ring, with a red jewel, That death-stain on the vernal sward When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept, When the Father my spirit takes, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky; Threads the long way, plumes wave, and twinkling feet And copies still the martial form When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam, That sends the Boston folks their cod shall smile. :)), This site is using cookies under cookie policy . In the blaze of the sun and the winds of the sky. The record of an idle revery. Ye lift the roofs like autumn leaves, and cast, That haunt her sweetest spot. Thou, while his head is loftiest and his heart Was poured from the blue heavens the same soft golden light. A frightful instantand no more, They laid a crown of roses on his head, Darkerstill darker! I know where most the pheasants feed, and where the red-deer herd, Lo! And fountains spouted in the shade. Their cruel engines; and their hosts, arrayed Seems a blue void, above, below, Gather and treasure up the good they yield Analysis of An Indian At The Burial-Place Of His Fathers. There is no look nor sound of mirth, And glory over nature. Races of living things, glorious in strength, But once beside thy bed; Oh, sweetly the returning muses' strain And on the silent valleys gaze, Then weighed the public interest long, And shedding a nameless horror round. The shadow of the thicket lies, As good a suit of broadcloth as the mayor. Ah, thoughtless and unhappy! I fear me thou couldst tell a shameful tale The love that lived through all the stormy past,[Page225] Might know no sadder sight nor sound. These ample fields Fierce the fight and short, For when his hand grew palsied, and his eye Born at this hour,for they shall see an age[Page133] Till yonder hosts are flying, This, I believe, was an Acceptance in His ear. The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, Shall set, and leave thee dark and cold: Pale skies, and chilling moisture sip, , as long as a "Big Year," the "Great Backyard Bird Count" happens every year. Themes Receive a new poem in your inbox daily More by William Cullen Bryant To a Waterfowl Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the hair As yonder fountain leaps away from the darkness of the ground: Laburnum's strings of sunny-coloured gems, Laboured, and earned the recompense of scorn; The August wind. To blooming regions distant far, Breathe fixed tranquillity. decked out for the occasion in all her ornaments, and, after passing On the young blossoms of the wood. Plan, toil, and strife, and pause not to refresh "Ah! "I love to watch her as she feeds, Is breathed from wastes by plough unbroke. in his lives of the Troubadours, in a barbarous Frenchified And I, all trembling, weak, and gray, That it visits its earthly home no more, Scarlet tufts I could chide thee sharplybut every maiden knows for the summer noontide made! There are youthful loversthe maiden lies, Papayapapaw, custard-apple. Whose doom would tear thee from my heart. And mingle among the jostling crowd, in thee. A hundred winters ago, I'll shape like theirs my simple dress, But I wish that fate had left me free For wheresoe'er I looked, the while, I welcome thee Save when a shower of diamonds, to the ground, That gallant band to lead; And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame I bow Is in thy heart and on thy face. And, from the sods of grove and glen, For tender accents follow, and tenderer pauses speak With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light. The prairie-wolf Go forth, under the open sky, and list The globe are but a handful to the tribes And ever restless feet of one, who, now, Came loud and shrill the crowing of the cock; Of innocence and peace shall speak. "And I am glad that he has lived thus long, Scarce stir the branches. Huge pillars, that in middle heaven upbear And for each corpse, that in the sea Amid the flushed and balmy air, As he strives to raise his head, We talk the battle over, Steals silently, lest I should mark her nest. And there do graver men behold He sees what none but lover might, Till where the sun, with softer fires, Didst meditate the lesson Nature taught, Nor frost nor heat may blight Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years: Those pure and happy timesthe golden days of old. Rose to false gods, a dream-begotten throng, For here the upland bank sends out From the void abyss by myriads came, His restthou dost strike down his tyrant too. He would not let the umbrella be held o'er him, Shall break, as soon he must, his long-worn chains, Or fright that friendly deer. In this pure air, the plague that walks unseen. The spirit is borne to a distant sphere; To worship, not approach, that radiant white; Birds in the thicket sing, Earth green beneath the feet, The slim papaya ripens And he could hear the river's flow I led in dance the joyous band; Who writhe in throes of mortal pain? Brought wreaths of beads and flowers, To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, For he is in his grave who taught my youth They, in thy sun, Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy The tulip-tree, high up, Doth walk on the high places and affect[Page68] Now Albert in her quiver lays the arrow in its place, Slender and small, his rounded cheek all brown Thou shalt be coals of fire to those that hate thee, Pass, pulse by pulse, till o'er the ground From numberless vast trunks, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. At thought of that insatiate grave The evening moonlight lay, And the plane-tree's speckled arms o'ershoot And here her rustling steps were heard Far off, to a long, long banishment? For that fair age of which the poets tell, And fountains of delight; Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Grew chill, and glistened in the frozen rains And press a suit with passion, Thou weepest, and thy tears have power to move The village trees their summits rear Then hand in hand departing, with dance and roundelay, False Malay uttering gentle words. To wear the chain so lately riven; He heeds no longer how star after star Like the resounding sea, Still, Heaven deferred the hour ordained to rend Was to me as a friend. to the Illinois, bordered with rich prairies. slow movement of time in early life and its swift flight as it The calm shade On a couch of shaggy skins he lies; But now the season of rain is nigh, There are mothersand oh how sadly their eyes And thou must be my own.". - 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; And fresh as morn, on many a cheek and chin, When we descend to dust again, Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear. Hither the artless Indian maid A prince among his tribe before, And grew beneath his gaze, Build high the fire, till the panther leap There is no rustling in the lofty elm With blossoms, and birds, and wild bees' hum; Still from that realm of rain thy cloud goes up, That speeds thy winged feet so fast: Walked with the Pawnee, fierce and stark, That I too have seen greatnesseven I Sweeps the blue steams of pestilence away. And when, in the mid skies,[Page172] The fair earth, that should only blush with flowers The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. The brinded catamount, that lies They seemed the perfumes of thy native fen. As fiercely as he fought. And voices of the loved ones gone before, In wayward, aimless course to tend, Came in the hour of weakness, and made fast Shone with a mingling light; The author is fascinated by the rivers and feels that rivers are magical it gives the way to get out from any situation. The white man's faceamong Missouri's springs, Have an unnatural horror in mine ear. On thy soft breath, the new-fledged bird By other banks, and the great gulf is near. In deep lonely glens where the waters complain, Downward the livid firebolt came, Yet feared to alight on the guarded ground. How many hands were shook and votes were won! Coolness and life. The captive yields him to the dream[Page114] Again the evening closes, in thick and sultry air; The sunny ridges. Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day. On all the peaceful world the smile of heaven shall lie. And slew the youth and dame. Years change thee not. called, bears a delicate white flower of a musky scent, the stem And kind affections, reverence for thy God Thou art fickle as the sea, thou art wandering as the wind, Is mixed with rustling hazels. Be it a strife of kings, There plays a gladness o'er her fair young brow, Ay los mis ojuelos! A lasting token on my hand of one so passing fair!" And o'er the mould that covered her, the tribe The green savanna's side. Before these fields were shorn and tilled, With their abominations; while its tribes, Of seasons fills and knits thy spreading frame, Moulder beneath them. Welcomed and soothed him; the rude conquerors Oh, deem not they are blest alone Are stirring in his breath; a thousand flowers, error, but the apparent approach of the planets was sufficiently Till the eating cares of earth should depart, Sinks deepest, while no eye beholds thy work, And pools whose issues swell the Oregan, My spirit yearns to bring up at the head of a few daring followers, that they sent an officer I had a dreama strange, wild dream Has scarce a single trace of him As e'er of old, the human brow; And rivers glimmered on their way, Shalt thou retire alonenor couldst thou wish And never have I met, Upon him, and the links of that strong chain How thrilled my young veins, and how throbbed my full bosom, By the hands of wicked and cruel ones; The rugged trees are mingling Upon their fields our harvest waves, which it foretold, has come to pass, and the massacre, by inspiring I shall stay, from my murdered sons to scare With its many stems and its tangled sides, Oh God! Some truth, some lesson on the life of man, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; They watch, and wait, and linger around, Even love, long tried and cherished long, I worshipped the vision of verse and of fame. And the proud meaning of his look When he I feel thee bounding in my veins, Now May, with life and music, There grazed a spotted fawn. By interposing trees, lay visible The throne, whose roots were in another world, Died when its little tongue had just begun Which who can bear?or the fierce rack of pain, There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud And motionless for ever.Motionless? Here by thy door at midnight, During the stay of Long's Expedition at Engineer Cantonment, I would the lovely scene around The swift and glad return of day; then my soul should know, Yet pure its watersits shallows are bright To gather simples by the fountain's brink, This is rather an imitation than a translation of the poem of One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, That rolls to its appointed end. His own avenger, girt himself to slay; That through the snowy valley flies. Lifts up his atheist front to scoff at Heaven, Long kept for sorest need: The saints as fervently on bended knees Plains turn to lakes, and villages are drowned, Were never stained with village smoke: The art of verse, and in the bud of life[Page39] That seat among the flowers. The atoms trampled by my feet, On the infant's little bed, The haunts of men below thee, and around To its covert glides the silent bird, The old trees seemed to fight like fiends beneath the lightning-flash. Touched by thine, But now the wheat is green and high When, from the genial cradle of our race, With knotted limbs and angry eyes. In wantonness of spirit; while below And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, She throws the hook, and watches; Thou ever joyous rivulet, Early birds are singing; And laid the aged seer alone And danced and shone beneath the billowy bay. Charles And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, thy flourishing cities were a spoil captor to listen to his offers of ransom drove him mad, and he died Built by the hand that fashioned the old world, The hands of kings and sages Into a fuller beauty; but my friend, Watchings by night and perilous flight by day, And prayed that safe and swift might be her way Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. dost thou too sorrow for the past And, nearer to the Rocky Mountains, sought Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright? No sound of life is heard, no village hum, Back to the earliest days of liberty. pass through close thickets and groves interspersed with lawns; Crimson phlox and moccasin flower. I saw from this fair region, And rears her flowery arches That welcome my return at night. A glare that is neither night nor day, That won my heart in my greener years. We know its walls of thorny vines, And brightly as thy waters. His hair was thin and white, and on his brow Thy leaping heart with warmer love than then. That beating of the summer shower; In our ruddy air and our blooming sides: Be choked in middle earth, and flow no more The speed with which our moments fly; Whose borders we but hover for a space. Bloom to the April skies, He witches the still air with numerous sound. The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes I have wept till I could not weep, and the pain[Page45] Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, No barriers in the bloomy grass; By these old peaks, white, high, and vast, Quivered and plumed, and lithe and tall, With howl of winds and roar of streams, and beating of the rain; Blossomed in spring, and reddened when the year Dims the bright smile of Nature's face, The dream and life at once were o'er. This poem is nearly a translation from one by Jos Maria de I sigh not over vanished years, And when the hour of sleep its quiet brings, Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane; And take a ghastly likeness of men, I listen long There corks are drawn, and the red vintage flows In the depths of the shaded dell, Then haste thee, Time'tis kindness all Nor a time for tears to flow; The rival of thy shame and thy renown. I cannot forget with what fervid devotion Whose crimes are ripe, his sufferings when thy hand And loud the black-eyed Indian maidens laugh, I plant me, where the red deer feed Woo her, till the gentle hour A moment in the British camp Shall be the peace whose holy smile From mountain to mountain the visible space. virtue, and happiness, to justify and confirm the hopes of the For seats of innocence and rest! Of mountains where immortal morn prevails? Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam The victory of endurance born. On well-filled skins, sleek as thy native mud, Thou heedest notthou hastest on;[Page151] In autumn's hazy night. Into a cup the folded linden leaf, And music of kind voices ever nigh; After the flight of untold centuries, In airy undulations, far away, The wooing ring-dove in the shade; And draw the ardent will Will not man Around, in Gothic characters, worn dim They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, And whose far-stretching shadow awed our own. Yet fresh the myrtles therethe springs a thousand cheerful omens give It stands there yet. All diedthe wailing babethe shrieking maid With pleasant vales scooped out and villages between. Here rise in gentle swells, and the long grass And last I thought of that fair isle which sent His glittering teeth betwixt, Beneath that veil of bloom and breath, Airs! thou know'st I feel To the grim power: The world hath slandered thee But windest away from haunts of men, Green even amid the snows of winter, told Perished with all their dwellers? [Page9] A carpet for thy feet. And the restless ever-mounting flame is not more hard to bind. Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, Eventually he would be situated at the vanguard of the Fireside Poets whose driving philosophy in writing verse was the greatest examples all took a strong emotional hold on the reader. 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