 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 páginas
...other's face, we had Seen, haply, each was sad. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 10 THE EVENING WIND. 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 ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1853 - 376 páginas
...lingers with the cold and stern. THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thoir That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day*, Gratefully...welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 páginas
...other's face, we had Seen, haply, each was sad. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 10 THE EVENING WIND. 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 ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 páginas
...; Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left. Cowpm. LESSON CLXXIX. THE EVENING WIND. 1. SPIRIT, that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Biding all day the wild, blue waves, till now Rough'ning their + crests, and scattering high their... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...in 1836, and there he still resides. The following is one of his most beautiful compositions. SPIBIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 páginas
...strength rejoice; So it burst its fetters strong, And soar forth on winged Song. BAKRY CORNWAI.L. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That coolst the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully Hows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...crown, And bends his lofty counsels down To despicable worms. TO THE EVENING WIND. — Bryant. 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,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 páginas
...And deeply would their hearts rejoice To hear, again, his living voice. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high tht'ir spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the... | |
 | 1855 - 624 páginas
...harmony. TO THE EVENING WIND.— BBT.IST. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That coolest the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy...till now Roughening their crests, and scattering high theii spray. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 310 páginas
...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...my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Hiding all day the wild blue waves till now, Eoughening their crests, and scattering high their spray... | |
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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,... 
