File:Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant (1884) (14598163460).jpg

Identifier: bryantpoemsfromw00brya (find matches)
Title: Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Bryant, William Cullen, 1794-1878 Hedgdon, Josephine E., (from old catalog) comp
Subjects:
Publisher: New York, D. Appleton and compnay
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
ve a tale of elves that ride,By night, with jingling reins, or gnomes of the mine,Or water-fairies, such as you know howTo spin, till Willys eyes forget to wink,And good Aunt Mary, busy as she is,Lays down her knitting. Uncle John.— Listen to me, then.Twas in the olden time, long, long ago,And long before the great oak at out-doorWas yet an acorn, on a mountains sideLived, with his wife, a cottager. They dwelt 63 LEAJPTmS^ FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. Beside a glen and near a dashing brook,A pleasant spot in spring, where first the wrenWas heard to chatter, and, among the grass, In clear November nights. And, later still,That mountain-glen was filled with drifted snowsFrom side to side, that one might walk across; Flowers opened earliest; but when While, many a fathom deep, below,winter came, the brook That little brook was fringed with other flowers,—White flowers, with crystal leaf and stem, that grew Sang to itself, and leaped and trotted onUnfrozen, oer its pebbles, toward the vale.
Text Appearing After Image:
Alice.—A mountain-side, you said;the Alps, perhaps,Or our own Alleghanies. Uncle John.— Not so fast, My young geographer, for then the Alps,With their broad pastures, haply were untrod 64 BRYANT. Of herdsmans foot, and never human (>ur Alleghanys streams. I think itvoice was Had sounded in the woods that over-hang Upon the slopes of the great Caucasus,Or where the rivulets of Ararat

Note About Images