 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 300 pages
...she turns to view with tears The Eden of departed years. TO THE EVENING WIND. BY WC BEYAN T. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...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... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 304 pages
...departed years. TO THE EVENING- WIND. BY WC BRYANT. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, them 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1840 - 292 pages
...train depart, The memory of sorrow grows A lighter burden on the heart. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...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... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 302 pages
...tears The Eden of departed years. TO THE EVENING WIND. BY WC BRYANT. SPIRIT that breathest tlirough my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the...now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high then spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - Readers (Elementary) - 1841 - 286 pages
...Evening Wind. — BRYANT. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilighi of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...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...their crests, and scattering high their spray, And (welling the white sail. I weleome thee To the scoreh'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...And deeply would their hearts rejoice To hear, again, his living voice. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIHIT 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 - 1843 - 286 pages
...memory of sorrow grows A lighter burden on the heart. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thoa That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully...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... | |
 | American literature - 1844 - 504 pages
...stanza — geutleness in the spirit, and deep philosophy in the conception." " Spirit that breathes! through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1844 - 136 pages
...literary publication was " The Fountain, and other Poems," issued in 1842. TO 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... | |
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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,... 
