...with the British public, but we shall be forgiven, we trust, for quoting it again. TO A WATER POWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is...

...Genevieve. And oft he turns his truant eye, And pauses oft, and lingers near; TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHEB, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye /• f Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, I Thy...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side? There is...

...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...

...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...

...at once of the bird's vulnerability and of the instincts nature has given it to survive its enemies. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. He tries to encourage the bird to stay aloft...

...values. Do you know why you like a particular poem? What do William Cullen Bryant's lines do to you: Whither, 'midst falling dew While glow the heavens with the last steps of day. What do those lines from "To a Waterfowl" do to you duck hunters? I know what they do to me. They are...