 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 pages
...of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.— BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the... | |
 | 1842 - 294 pages
...the land we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. Srgant. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-tide ? There is... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 214 pages
...opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pages
...; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WRITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 pages
...may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise... | |
 | Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 250 pages
...opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly tha fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson... | |
 | J. Cypress - 1842 - 274 pages
...getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. * COLLINEOMANIA. NO. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question. We will bet a bag of buckshot, that... | |
 | J. Cypress - 1842 - 268 pages
...getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. COLLINEOMANIA. No. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths.dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 pages
...and weary bark Gains the sure haven of her final rest. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM C. BBYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is... | |
 | 1843 - 184 pages
...Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure ! WORDSWORTH. TO A WATER FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking hillows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is... | |
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midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy... 
