 | Hugh Murray - United States - 1844 - 394 pages
...the " Address to the Evening Wind :"— Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'at the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Such, too, is the address " To a Cloud :"— Beautiful cloud... | |
 | Hugh Murray - United States - 1844 - 392 pages
...with nature, already alluded to. Such is the first stanza of the " Address to the Evening Wind :" — Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Such, too, is the address " To a Cloud :" — Beautiful cloud... | |
 | Hugh Murray - United States - 1844 - 390 pages
...nature, already alluded to. Such is the first stanza of the " Address to the Evening Wind :" — 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, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray,... | |
 | Hugh Murray - United States - 1844 - 392 pages
...with nature, already alluded to. Such is the first stanza of the " Address to the Evening Wind :" — Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Biding all day the wild blue waves till now? Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray,... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - English language - 1844 - 372 pages
...day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow j Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, f • Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, . •.... • Roughening their crests, and scattering high tucir spt «-, And swelling the white sail. I weleome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pages
...parting sigh, May meet — to part no more. BARTON. PART III. PART III. 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1845 - 538 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...scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I weleome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round... | |
 | American literature - 1846 - 302 pages
...strife ! 250 VOICES OF THE TRUE-HEARTED. Ho. TO THE EVENING WIND. BY WILLIAM CULLEX BRYANT. SriBiT 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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...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...my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, 162 TO THE EVENING WIND. Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 pages
...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...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... | |
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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,... 
