 The trampled earth returns a sound of fear — A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs ; And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is...  The Tuftonian - Page 1211895Full view - About this book
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1834 - 272 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching the stars that roll the hours away, •11 the faint l ight that ^^ me n(w . g And, Lke another life, the gl oriou s day > g g, warmth,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1836 - 286 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...height, With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light. . '-..- -•• . A,A. .- .«*-., A t- / , . /•'/• ' / ;, o - -.:- '•'.«•-' SONNET— TO AT,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1836 - 288 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, S 0 NNE T— T 0 Ar, thou art for the grave ; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long ; another... | |
 | Mary Anne Roscoe Jevons - English poetry - 1838 - 224 pages
...walked on tombs ; A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...the stars that roll the hours away, Till the faint ray that guides me now is gone, And, like another life, the glorious day Shall open o'er me from the... | |
 | Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - Liberalism (Religion) - 1838 - 424 pages
...landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. " And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, And, like another life, the glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, With certainty, and joy, and boundless light" Watching the stars that roll the hours away, Till the faint... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 286 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...open o'er me from the empyreal height, With warmth, und certainty, and boundless light. SONNET— TO AT, them art for the grave ; thy glances shine Too... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, TRANSLATIONS. TRANSLATIONS. VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. THE night winds howled—the billows... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...height, With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light. • r TRANSLATIONS. TRANSLATIONS. VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. THE night winds howled—the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1855 - 306 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...height, With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light. TRANSLATIONS. TRANSLATIONS. VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. THE night winds howled—the billows... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1855 - 310 pages
...amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching...the empyreal height, With warmth, and certainty, and boundlesalight. TRANSLATIONS. TRANSLATIONS. VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. THE night winds howled—the... | |
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