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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? "
The naturalist's poetical companion, with notes, selected by E. Wilson - Page 48
by Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) - 1852
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The First-[fifth] Reader, Volume 4

Marcius Willson - 1860 - 368 pages
...metre render it a difficult but useful reading exercise. LESSON XXXIV. TO A WATER-FOWL. 1 . WHITHEE, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through the rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? 2. Vainly the fowler's1 eye Might mark thy distant...
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School-room Poetry

S. R. - 1860 - 306 pages
...but the fluttering heart Is soothed, and softened, and calm. TO A WATER-FOWL. 18. &. Snjrat. WHITHEB, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, "Fat through their rosy depths thoa didst pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark...
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Temple Bar, Volume 3

George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1861 - 586 pages
...vain for any " broad water" to come down upon, and reminding us forcibly of those beautiful lines : "Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of dav, Far through their rosy depths dost thcm pursue Thy solitary way ? " Vainly the fowler's eye Might...
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American Literary Autographs, from Washington Irving to Henry James

Herbert Cahoon, Thomas V. Lange, Charles Ryskamp - 1977 - 264 pages
...intense emotion. The manuscript illustrated is one that Bryant copied out in the last year of his life. To a Waterfowl. Whither, midst falling dew, / While.../ Vainly the fowler's eye / Might mark thy distant ftight, to do thee wrong, / As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, / Thy figure floats along. / Thou'rt...
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American Literary Autographs, from Washington Irving to Henry James

Herbert Cahoon, Thomas V. Lange, Charles Ryskamp - 1977 - 264 pages
...intense emotion. The manuscript illustrated is one that Bryant copied out in the last year of his life. To a Waterfowl. Whither, midst falling dew, / While...day / Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue I Thy solitary way? / Vainly the fowler's eye / Might mark thy distant flight, to do thee wrong, /...
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Essays and Reviews

Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 pages
...mind, and a fine sense of effect in throwing its figure on the back ground of the "crimson sky," amid the pricks of nettles' But the merits which possibly have had most weight in the public estimation of the poem, are the melody...
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James Fenimore Cooper: Sea Tales (LOA #54): The Pilot / Red Rover

James Fenimore Cooper - 1991 - 942 pages
...himself of the vestiges of the fight, and proceeded to obey the repeated and earnest call. Chapter XXXIV. "Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Brvant, "To a Waterfowl," 11. 1-4. WHEN THE YOUNG SEAMAN, who now commanded the frigate, descended...
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The Columbia Granger's Dictionary of Poetry Quotations

Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 pages
...FaBoBe; FaFP; LiTA; NAAL-1; NOBA; OBEY; OHFP; OxBA; PWR; TAP; TrGrPo; WBLP; WGRP To a Waterfowl 25 @ (1. 2—4) 73 POETRY QUOTATIONS 74 26 There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless...
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Nineteenth-Century American Poetry

Various - 1996 - 496 pages
...grave, so Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. 1817 TO A WATERFOWL \ Whither, midst falling dew, While...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? 5 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the...
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Rural Hours

Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1998 - 381 pages
...movement; Mr. Bryant saw his bird in the evening, and it was alone; still the lines would recur to one: "Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way." A flock of migratory birds can never fail, indeed, to be a beautiful and striking sight. The proud...
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