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" 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? "
Perennial Flowers - 32 ÆäÀÌÁö
1843 - 172 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Retrospective Review, 9±Ç

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 408 ÆäÀÌÁö
...is from an exceedingly pretty and graceful poem by Mr. Bryant; and is addressed " To a Waterfowl." " Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. " Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...
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Specimens of the American Poets

1822 - 298 ÆäÀÌÁö
...deep-founded strength ; or tell How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell! L. TO A WATER-FOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...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 chaf d Ocean side ? There is...
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The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ...

1822 - 418 ÆäÀÌÁö
...silently. TO A WATER-FOWL. BRYANT, (An American Paet.J WIIITHKU, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heav'ns with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy...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 chaf'd Ocean-lide? There is a...
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The Inquirer, 1±Ç

1822 - 764 ÆäÀÌÁö
...sentiment, is alike creditable to its author's taste and feeling. TO A WATER-FOWL. , • • • « • « Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thce wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, 11±Ç

1822 - 496 ÆäÀÌÁö
...who, without any commendation of ours, will not fail to do justice to its beauties. TII a H'atcr-Fm'l. Whither, 'midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far thro' their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant...
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The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts, Music ..., 1±Ç

1832 - 358 ÆäÀÌÁö
...ode to the Migrating Water Fowl, and give the little history of its introduction into Europe : — Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...flight to do thee wrong; As darkly painted on the evening sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation

John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 ÆäÀÌÁö
...heard some friendly words ; — but knew not what they were. LESSON CXIV. To a .Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, 't_ As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Laton 115.] FIRST CLASS BOOK. I...
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The Pilot: A Tale of the Sea, 2±Ç

James Fenimore Cooper - 1823 - 326 ÆäÀÌÁö
...himself of the vestiges of the fight, and proceeded to obey the repeated and earnest call. CHAPTER XVI. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? •* Bryant. WHEN the young seaman, who now commanded the frigate, descended from the quarter-deck...
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The Retrospective Review, 9±Ç

1824 - 408 ÆäÀÌÁö
...from an exceedingly pretty and graceful poem by Mr. Bryant; and is addressed " JTo a Waterfowl." " Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. " Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...
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Time's Telescope

1824 - 452 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the [light in the breeding season, from its swampy retreats. To a WATER-FOWL. By aa American Poet. Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thon pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong...
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