 The bay's deep breast at intervals. At peace I lie, Blown softly by, A cloud upon this liquid sky. The day, so mild, Is Heaven's own child, With Earth and Ocean reconciled , The airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the...  The Atlantic Monthly - Page 4571859Full view - About this book
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail ; A joy intense, The cooling...dreamful eyes My spirit lies Where Summer sings and dies,— O'erveiled with vines, She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines. never Her children,... | |
 | Nathaniel Kirk Richardson - 1866 - 204 pages
...trail Within the shadow of the sail, The cooling sense Glides down my drowsy indolence. A joy intense, With dreamful eyes My spirit lies Where summer sings and never dies,— She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines. O'erveiled with vines, Her children, hid The cliffs... | |
 | Andrew Comstock, Philip Lawrence - 1808 - 596 pages
...airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail, A joy intense, The cooling...tipsy calls, Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls. The fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips Sings as... | |
 | Philip Lawrence - 1870 - 422 pages
...With earth and ocean reconciled The airs I feel Around me steal Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail ; A joy intense, The cooling...gambolling with the gambolling kid; Or down the walls. 1 With tipsy calls, Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls. The fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto... | |
 | Philip Lawrence - 1871 - 410 pages
...With earth and ocean reconciled The airs I feel Around me steal Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail ; A joy intense, The cooling...tipsy calls, Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls. The fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips Sings as... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail My hand I trail Within om a far countree. He kneels at mom and noon and eve,— He hath a cushion plnmji ; It is Her children, hid The cliffs amid, Are gambolling with the gambolling kid ; Or down the walls, With... | |
 | 1872 - 514 pages
...airs I feel around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail my hand I trail, Within the shadow of the sail— A joy intense, the cooling sense Glides down my drowsy indolence. 218 THE CITY SLA VE. With dreamful eyes my spirit lies Where summer sings and never dies, — O'erveiled... | |
 | 1873 - 296 pages
...airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail : A joy intense, The cooling...tipsy calls, Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls. The fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips Sings as... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 pages
...cooling sense Glides down my drowsy Indolence. Her children, hid The cliffs amid, Are gambolling wiih ian night, where the deep fisher's child, ЛУНЬ tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips Sings... | |
 | Martha Le Baron Goddard - 1874 - 248 pages
...airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail, A joy intense, The cooling sense, Glides down my drowsy indolence. Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows, From lands of sun to lands of snows ; — This happier one... | |
| |
