 I envy thy stream, as it glides along, Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen, And mingle among the jostling crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle...  The Idle Man - Page 631821Full view - About this book
 | 1821 - 276 pages
...light, While o'er thee, the vine to its thicket clings. And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings; — But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these...the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent dream ; For, in thy lonely and lovely stream, An image of that calm life appears That won my... | |
 | 1822 - 496 pages
...along. Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Tho' forc'd to drudge for the dregs of menAnd scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen ; And...crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud) 1 sometimes come to this quiet place, To: breathe the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee... | |
 | John Pierpont - Recitations - 1823 - 492 pages
...light, While o'er thee, the vine to its thicket clings, And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings ; — But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these...the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent dream ; For, in thy lonely and lovely stream, An image of that calm life appears That won my... | |
 | 1831 - 548 pages
...of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barharous pen, And mingle among the jostling crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle tby face, And gaze upon thee in silent... | |
 | Southern States - 1832 - 542 pages
...pass into my heart; And I envy thy stream, as it glides along, Through its beautiful banks in a trauce of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of...Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent... | |
 | 1832 - 540 pages
...stream, as it glides along, Through its beautiful banks in n trance of song. Though forced to drudee for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To Breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee,in silent... | |
 | American poetry - 1834 - 402 pages
...— While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings, And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings — But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these...Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1836 - 286 pages
...freshen his wings, But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these quiet haunts with thee, K2 Till the eating cares of earth should depart, And...Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 304 pages
...light, While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings, And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings, But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these...Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1840 - 292 pages
...wings, But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these quiet haunts with thee, 220 GREEN RIVER. Till the eating cares of earth should depart, And...Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud — I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon tliee in silent... | |
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