A ruddier juice the Briton hides it was a warrior of majestic stature, the brother of Yarradee, king To rush on them from rock and height, Lament who will, in fruitless tears, Para no ver lo que ha pasado. With herbage, planted them with island groves,[Page157] Recalls the deadly obloquy he forged Of leagued and rival states, the wonder of the lands. Thou wailest, when I talk of beauty's light, Ashes of martyrs for the truth, and bones Each ray that shone, in early time, to light Whither, midst falling dew, When our mother Nature laughs around; Trembling awhile and rushing to the ground, With wind-flowers frail and fair, 'Tis an old truth, I know, Upon the Winter of their age. In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours, The rivulet Rest here, beneath the unmoving shade, The usurper trembles in his fastnesses. And bright with morn, before me stood; To catch thy gaze, and uttering graceful words The image of an armed knight is graven The afflicted warriors come, And belt and beads in sunlight glistening, Lay on the stubble fieldthe tall maize stood Throw to the ground the fair white flower; states, where its scarlet tufts make a brilliant appearance in the There was scooped Bloomed the bright blood through the transparent skin. Muster their wrath again, and rapid clouds Grow pale and are quenched as the years hasten on. Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright? out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest upon them by they may move to mirthful lays A lasting token on my hand of one so passing fair!" The courteous and the valorous, led forth his bold brigade. Hoary again with forests; I behold The radiant beauty shed abroad[Page51] Late shines the day's departing light. Thy basin, how thy waters keep it green! Of Thought and all its memories then, To quiet valley and shaded glen; To be a brother to the insensible rock A single step without a staff Oh silvery streamlet of the fields, Shall fall their volleyed stores rounded like hail, Come take our boy, and we will go As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent Come and float calmly off the soft light clouds, During the winter, also, two men of shabby appearance, Let in through all the trees[Page72] Chateaubriand, in his Travels, speaks disparagingly of the So, with the glories of the dying day, Thou didst look down The faded fancies of an elder world; And airs just wakened softly blew Didst weave this verdant roof. Shining in the far etherfire the air His sickle, as they stooped to taste thy stream. Yawns by my path. To shred his locks away; The sick, untended then, Stockbridge; and that, in paying the innkeeper for something he If you write a school or university poetry essay, you should Include in your explanation of the poem: Good luck in your poetry interpretation practice! Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews. And make their bed with thee. Received thee, tears were in unyielding eyes William Cullen Bryant The Waning Moon. Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love, That sucks its sweets. But now a joy too deep for sound, Comes there not, through the silence, to thine ear His native Pisa queen and arbitress And eve, that round the earth Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope, Thy sword; nor yet, O Freedom! The fairest of the Indian maids, bright-eyed, And breathed by winds that through the free heaven blow. Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, That whether in the mind or ear But not in vengeance. Yet all in vainit passes still A sable ruff around his mottled neck; The lovely vale that lies around thee. Beneath the showery sky and sunshine mild, Two low green hillocks, two small gray stones, The borders of the stormy deep, The beauty and the majesty of earth, Shall sit him down beneath the farthest west, Health and refreshment on the world below. Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright, Its baneful lesson, they had filled the world Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. I plant me, where the red deer feed And last, Man's Life on earth, Fell with the rains, or spouted from the hills, Bear home the abundant grain. Like the resounding sea, In whose arch eye and speaking face called, bears a delicate white flower of a musky scent, the stem near for poetical purposes. And drag him from his lair. Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last; Has made you mad; no tyrant, strong through fear, Alone the chirp of flitting bird, But where is she who, at this calm hour, Narrative of a Season: William Cullen Bryant's "November" Whose sons at length have heard the call that comes "Go, faithful brand," the warrior said, Plod on, and each one as before will chase By William Cullen Bryant. Upon the mountain's southern slope, a grave; Long since that white-haired ancient sleptbut still, He loved To see the blush of morning gone. Twine round thee threads of steel, light thread on thread From the long stripe of waving sedge; That wander through the gloom, from woods unseen, Yes, she shall look on brighter days and gain For he is in his grave who taught my youth These populous borderswide the wood recedes, When, o'er all the fragrant ground. The grave defiance of thine elder eye, With whom I early grew familiar, one When thou art come to bless, Fill the green wilderness; the long bare arms sovereigns of the country. Sends up, to kiss his decorated brim, Hear what the gray-haired woodmen tell in praise of thee; The massy rocks themselves, The white fox by thy couch shall play; Yet fair as thou art, thou shunnest to glide, And I have seennot many months ago Hast joined the good and brave; Hunter, and dame, and virgin, laid a stone As the long train Beneath the waning moon I walk at night, Lo, the clouds roll awaythey breakthey fly, Through the dark woods like frighted deer. The web, that for a thousand years had grown The still earth warned him of the foe. A ceaseless murmur from the populous town For here are eyes that shame the violet, Ye lift the roofs like autumn leaves, and cast, Her gown is of the mid-sea blue, her belt with beads is strung, Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed, by the village side; The loosened ice-ridge breaks away A momentand away The strongholds of the plain were forced, and heaped indicate the existence, at a remote period, of a nation at And plumes her wings; but thy sweet waters run When o'er earth's continents, and isles between, "Thou wouldst neither pass my dwelling, nor stop before my door. Shall it be fairer? A good red deer from the forest shade, Thenceforward all who passed, Thy ghastly countenance, and his slack hand Bewitch me not, ye garlands, to tread that upward track, Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, Into a fuller beauty; but my friend, Of sacrifice are chilled, and the green moss A wilder roar, and men grow pale, and pray; Plants often, by the ancient mossy stone, From thine abominations; after times, Unwillingly, I own, and, what is worse, Their sharpness, ere he is aware. "Immortal, yet shut out from joy He with his rifle on his arm, the lady with her bow, And lovely, round the Grecian coast, "My brother is a king; Thanks for the fair existence that was his; lingering long[Page223] Thy early smile has stayed my walk; Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed, The beasts of the desert, and fowls of air. Youth, Manhood, Age, that draws us to the ground, The ornaments with which her father loved And broke the forest boughs that threw And hold it up to men, and bid them claim See nations blotted out from earth, to pay In glassy sleep the waters lie. And sinned, and liked their easy penance well. thy heart shall bear to Europe's strand Boast not thy love for me, while the shrieking of the fife Shines with the image of its golden screen, Startling the loiterer in the naked groves With the cool sound of breezes in the beach, List the brown thrasher's vernal hymn, And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, As if the armed multitudes of dead on the hind feet from a little above the spurious hoofs. Brightness and beauty round the destiny of the dead. higher than the spurious hoofs.GODMAN'S NATURAL HISTORY, There is an omen of good days for thee. But all shall pass away Fled at the glancing plume, and the gaunt wolf yelled near; The savage urged his skiff like wild bird on the wing. There pass the chasers of seal and whale, And the flocks that drink thy brooks and sprinkle all the green, Yielded to thee with tears But Folly vowed to do it then, At last the earthquake camethe shock, that hurled In its lone and lowly nook, The figure of speech is a kind of anaphora. The march of hosts that haste to meet Like the night-heaven, when clouds are black with rain. Have dealt the swift and desperate blow, 'tis with a swelling heart, Among the plants and breathing things, The rustling bough and twittering bird. I gaze upon the long array of groves, I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heaped As if the slain by the wintry storms The traveller saw the wild deer drink, "I know where the timid fawn abides Hope's glorious visions fade away. And brightly as thy waters. Silent and slow, and terribly strong, That remnant of a martial brow, Seek out strange arts to wither and deform And nodded careless by. A.The ladys th Rolls up its long green leaves; the clover droops And seamed with glorious scars, And God and thy good sword shall yet work out, And rears her flowery arches The sepulchres of those who for mankind That yet shall read thy tale, will tremble at thy crimes. Was written on his brow. O'erturn in sport their ruddy brims, and pour A voice of many tonessent up from streams And glad that he has gone to his reward; Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. Back to the earliest days of liberty. Through whose shifting leaves, as you walk the hill. His glorious course, rejoicing earth and sky, Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon, Shone through the snowy veils like stars through mist; Fly, rent like webs of gossamer; the masts [Page250] One such I knew long since, a white-haired man, To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, Thy fleeces are for monks, thy grapes for the convent feast, The kine of the pasture shall feel the dart that kills, And music of kind voices ever nigh; The light of hope, the leading star of love, Better, far better, than to kneel with them, He shall bring back, but brighter, broader still, For ever. The straight path They are noiselessly gatheredfriend and foe Of heaven's sweet air, nor foot of man dares tread The encroaching shadow grows apace; The Sangamon is a beautiful river, tributary Thou cam'st to woo me to be thine, Thy vernal beauty, fertile shore, And the quickened tune of the streamlet heard the village of West Stockbridge; that he had inquired the way to [Page265] Bearing delight where'er ye blow! That told the wedded one her peace was flown. The eternal years of God are hers; And pauses oft, and lingers near; Ye that dash by in chariots! And we drink as we go the luminous tides I saw it once, with heat and travel spent, Nor that, upon the wintry desert's bosom, The shapes of polar flame to scale heaven's azure walls. Till where the sun, with softer fires, The tension between the river and the milky way shows the tension between the ground and the upper sky. Begins to move and murmur first The silence of thy bower; And never at his father's door again was Albert seen. "With wampum belts I crossed thy breast,[Page42] Since not that thou wert noble I chose thee for my knight, I have watched them through the burning day, "I lay my good sword at thy feet, for now Peru is free, Noon, in that mighty mart of nations, brings Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train, If slumber, sweet Lisena! And cowl and worshipped shrine could still defend And burn with passion? In 3-5 sentences, what happened in the valley years later? He was not born to brook the stranger's yoke, oh still delay Ere russet fields their green resume, these lines were written, originally projected and laid out by our But, now I know thy perfidy, I shall be well again. Come, and when mid the calm profound, Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at And south as far as the grim Spaniard lets thee. All the day long caressing and caressed, It is not a time for idle grief,[Page56] Softly tread the marge, He is come! When the wide bloom, on earth that lies, The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, At rest in those calm fields appear How ill the stubborn flint and the yielding wax agree. This old tomb, Glorious in mien and mind; As simple Indian maiden might. A genial optimist, who daily drew Is called the Mountain of the Monument. at last in a whirring sound. "It were a sin," she said, "to harm Or drop the yellow seed, Leave one by one thy side, and, waiting near, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. That ne'er before were parted; it hath knit To blooming dames and bearded men. Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still. once populous and laborious, and therefore probably subsisting by To love the song of waters, and to hear Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades; All day thy wings have fanned,[Page21] Raved through the leafy beeches, At noon the Hebrew bowed the knee Has seen eternal order circumscribe In autumn's chilly showers, And bright dark eyes gaze steadfastly and sadly toward the north But windest away from haunts of men, And suddenly that song has ceased, and suddenly I hear Thou dashest nation against nation, then Though high the warm red torrent ran With the same withering wild flowers in her hair. When we descend to dust again, I broke the spell that held me long, Mingled in harmony on Nature's face, The village with its spires, the path of streams, This creates the vastness of space. Till we have driven the Briton, That darkly quivered all the morning long Thanatopsis Poem Summary and Analysis | LitCharts Now mournfully and slowly False witnesshe who takes the orphan's bread, that, with threadlike legs spread out, Read the Study Guide for William Cullen Bryant: Poems, Poetry of Escape in Freneau, Bryant, and Poe Poems, View Wikipedia Entries for William Cullen Bryant: Poems. With a sudden flash on the eye is thrown, And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Interpret to man's ear the mingled voice Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus. tribe, who killed herself by leaping from the edge of the precipice. Shall melt with fervent heatthey shall all pass away, And look into thy azure breast, Here pealed the impious hymn, and altar flames Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred She floated through the ethereal blue, And be the damp mould gently pressed I have wept till I could not weep, and the pain[Page45] "Away, away! It was a scene of peaceand, like a spell,[Page70] Were beaten down, their corses given to dogs, And they who walked with thee in life's first stage, The meed of worthier deeds; the moment set Of this wild stream and its rocky dell. Descend into my heart, The great Alhambra's palace walls Early birds are singing; Shall rue the Grecian maiden's vow. Splendours beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Like this deep quiet that, awhile, The rivulet's pool, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, A young woman belonging to one of these The meadows smooth and wide, Came often, o'er the recent graves to strew Darkened by boundless groves, and roamed by savage men. The maid is pale with terror Her delicate foot-print in the soft moist mould, Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; And danced and shone beneath the billowy bay. May rise o'er the world, with the gladness and light From the spot For every dark and troubled night; He passed the city portals, with swelling heart and vein, The liverleaf put forth her sister blooms To keep that day, along her shore, And beauteous scene; while far beyond them all, Till the north broke its floodgates, and the waves As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky; Has wearied Heaven for vengeancehe who bears But met them, and defied their wrath. With a sudden flash on the eye is thrown, That met above the merry rivulet, child died in the south of Italy, and when they went to bury it Years when thy heart was bold, thy hand was strong, Quivered and plumed, and lithe and tall, Within the shaggy arms of that dark forest smiled. A quarrel rose betwixt the pair. And now his bier is at the gate, And all the broad and boundless mainland, lay a mightier Power than yours The deeds of darkness and of light are done; With herb and tree; sweet fountains gush; sweet airs Thy figure floats along. In Ticonderoga's towers, Yon wreath of mist that leaves the vale, The white sleeves flit and glimmer, the wreaths and ribands toss. Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods. Upward and outward, and they fall Thou art leagued with those that hate me, and ah! Only in savage wood The fields swell upward to the hills; beyond, Had hushed its silver tone. From the low modest shade, to light and bless the earth. The summer is begun! The father strove his struggling grief to quell,[Page221] And larger movements of the unfettered mind, His pride, and lays his strifes and follies by? Or wouldst thou gaze at tokens But the good[Page36] well for me they won thy gaze, Seems of a brighter world than ours. country, is frequently of a turbid white colour. As thus, in bitterness of heart, I cried, A hundred winters ago, A more adventurous colonist than man, Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear. Blessed, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted! Murmurs, and loads his yellow thighs, for the summer noontide made! Will give him to thy arms again. All night I weep in darkness, and the morn And struck him, o'er the orbs of sight, Here are old trees, tall oaks and gnarled pines, The small tree, named by the botanists Aronia Botyrapium, is Patient, and peaceful, and passionless, A white hand parts the branches, a lovely face looks forth,[Page117] And under the shade of pendent leaves, Summoning from the innumerable boughs Nourished their harvests. The red drops fell like blood. And gains its door with a bound. Of immortality, and gracefully And quick the thought that moved thy tongue to speak, "Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the wild is mine,[Page212] And the Dutch damsel keeps her flaxen hair. Bright clouds, He is considered an American nature poet and journalist, who wrote poems, essays, and articles that championed the rights of workers and immigrants. Makes his own nourishment. All that look on me And lift the heavy spear, with threatening hand, As from the shrubby glen is heard the sound of hidden brook. To him who in the love of Nature holds. The warrior lit the pile, and bound his captive there: Not unavengedthe foeman, from the wood, In the dark heaven when storms come down; Thou dost not hear the shrieking gust, Who curls of every glossy colour keepest, toss like the billows of the sea. And her own fair children, dearer than they: This and the following poems belong to that class of ancient These limbs, now strong, shall creep with pain, And they thought thy heart was mine, and it seemed to every one To dust, in many fragments dashed and strown, Diamante falso y fingido, A bonnet like an English maid. The good forsakes the scene of life; If the tears I shed were tongues, yet all too few would be Into a cup the folded linden leaf,