 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 psl.
...her who, still and cold, Fills the next grave, — the beautiful and young.1 THE EVENING WIND. Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day ! Gratefully Sows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 psl.
...rejoice ; So it burst its fetters strong, And soar forth on winged Song. BAIHIT CORNWALL. Atoning SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That coolst...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... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 psl.
...o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. Ex. XVIII.— TO.. THE EVENING WIND. WK. O. RHTANT. 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 fullness of delight ; And languid... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 psl.
...the cold earth under Is enough for me and them. TO THE EVENING WIND.- WILLIAM CI;LLEN BRYANT. 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... | |
 | 1860 - 366 psl.
...that which is occupied with Mr Bryant's address to the " Evening Wind TO THE EVENING WIND. " SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their apjm And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea !"... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1861 - 562 psl.
...time nothing like a blossom is to be found in the forest. XXVm.— THE EVENING WIND. BRYANT. SPIR1T that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day l Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1861 - 272 psl.
...WIND. Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow: Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Eoughening their crests, and scattering high their spray... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1862 - 308 psl.
...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...my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Hiding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, aud scattering high their spray,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - 792 psl.
...her who, still and cold, Fills the next grave, — the beautiful and young.1 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,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1862 - 796 psl.
...her who, still and cold, Fills the next grave, — the beautiful and young.1 THE EVENING WIND. Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st...twilight of the sultry day ! Gratefully flows thy freshuess round my brow ; Thou ii:i - 1 been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blne... | |
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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,... 
