 | 1847 - 648 pages
...is the evening breeze ! " Spirit that breathest through my lattice ! thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day ! Gratefully flows thy freshness...their spray, And swelling the white sail : I welcome theeTo the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! " Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale... | |
 | Timothy Flint - Mississippi River Valley - 1830 - 696 pages
...lattice, thou That cool'et the twilight of the sultry day ; Gratefully flows thy freshness round ray brow — Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their And swelling the white sail. I welcome Ihee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the SOB '. ' Nor... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...dreams. THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That coolest the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness...Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid fonns rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night; And, languishing to hear... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - American literature - 1832 - 496 pages
...dissolved. TO THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness...play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray,... | |
 | Books - 1832 - 650 pages
...freedom of supenor genius. ' Spirit that breathest through my lattice — thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day — Gratefully flows thy freshness...upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue wave till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail.... | |
 | Scottish periodicals - 1832 - 952 pages
...THE EVENING WIND. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice— thou That cool'st the twilight of thé sultry day — Gratefully flows thy freshness round...upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue wave till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spny. And swelling the white sail.... | |
 | England - 1832 - 868 pages
...all day the wild blue wa?e till now Roughening their crests, and scattering high their And .welling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea I Nor 1 alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight. And languid forms rise... | |
 | American poetry - 1834 - 406 pages
...WIND. Srurr that breatheat through my lattiee, thou That .-....;-: the twilight of the sultry day, v Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow ; Thou...day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their erests, and seattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I weleome thee To the seorehed... | |
 | 1835 - 430 pages
...THE EVENING WIND.— BHYAKT. Spirit that breathcst through my lattice, thou Thai coolest the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness...Roughening their crests, and scattering high their epray. And swelling the white sail. I welcome thce To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea !... | |
 | Harp - English poetry - 1836 - 380 pages
...THE EVENING WIND. BRYANT. ' SPIRTT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness...welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the seal Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms... | |
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THE EVENING WIND 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... 
