A weary hunter of the deerHad sat him down to rest,And bared to the soft summer airHis hot red brow and sweaty hair.All dim in haze the mountains lay,With dimmer vales between;And rivers glimmered on their way,By forests faintly seen;While ever rose a murmuring sound,From brooks below and bees around.He listened, till he seemed to…
The murdered traveller’s bones were found,Far down a narrow glen.The fragrant birch above him hungHer tassels in the sky;And many a vernal blossom sprung,And nodded careless by.The red-bird warbled as he wroughtHis hanging nest o’erhead,And fearless, near the fatal spot,Her young the partridge led.But there was weeping far away;And gentle eyes, for him,With watching many…
And we grow melancholy. I would makeReason my guide, but she should sometimes sitPatiently by the way-side, while I tracedThe mazes of the pleasant wildernessAround me. She should be my counsellor,But not my tyrant. For the spirit needsImpulses from a deeper source than hers,And there are motions, in the mind of man,That she must look…
Mid the dark rocks that watch his bed,Glitters the mighty Hudson spread,Unrippled, save by drops that fallFrom shrubs that fringe his mountain wall;And o’er the clear still water swellsThe music of the Sabbath bells.All, save this little nook of landCircled with trees, on which I stand;All, save that line of hills which lieSuspended in the…
The winds shall bring us, as they blow,The murmurs of the shore;And we will kiss his young blue eyes,And I will sing him, as he lies,Songs that were made of yore:I’ll sing, in his delighted ear,The island lays thou lov’st to hear.And thou, while stammering I repeat,Thy country’s tongue shalt teach;‘Tis not so soft, but…
And stooping from the zenith, bright and warmShone the great sun on the wide earth at last.I stood upon the upland slope and castMy eye upon a broad and beauteous scene,Where the vast plain lay girt by mountains vast,And hills o’er hills lifted their heads of green,With pleasant vales scooped out and villages between.The rain-drops…
Among the herbs that hung aroundThe borders of the winding stream,The pretty stream, the placid stream,The softly-gliding, bashful stream.A breeze came wandering from the sky,Light as the whispers of a dream;He put the o’erhanging grasses by,And softly stooped to kiss the stream,The pretty stream, the flattered stream,The shy, yet unreluctant stream.The water, as the wind…
To wander forth wherever lieThe homes and haunts of human-kind.Then strayed the poet, in his dreams,By Rome and Egypt’s ancient graves;Went up the New World’s forest streams,Stood in the Hindoo’s temple-caves;Walked with the Pawnee, fierce and stark,The sallow Tartar, midst his herds,The peering Chinese, and the darkFalse Malay uttering gentle words.How could he rest? even…
together, and were put to death in the days of the harvest, in thefirst days, in the beginning of barley-harvest.And Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, took sackcloth, and spread it forher upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until the waterdropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of theair to…
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,For the coming of the hurricane!And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;Silent and slow, and terribly strong,The mighty shadow is borne along,Like the dark eternity to come;While the world below, dismayed and dumb,Through the calm of the thick…
