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" A noble race ! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon, Upon their fields our harvest waves, Our lovers woo beneath their... "
Blackwood's Magazine - Síða 154
1847
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Poems

William Cullen Bryant - 1895 - 218 síður
...their oid forests wide and deep. And we have oulit our homes upon Fielo* 'vrcYf their %er.-er«.ii'.ti! Their fountains slake our thirst at noon, Upon their fields our harvest waves, Our lovers woo beneath their moon — Ah, let us spare, at least, their graves ! THE HURRICANE. LORD of...
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H. W. Longfellow and W. C. Bryant

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 744 síður
...shaded soil below, The stars looked forth to teach his way, The still earth warned him of the foe. A noble race ! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,...
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The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: Roslyn Ed.; with Chronologies ...

William Cullen Bryant - 1903 - 880 síður
...shaded soil below ; The stars looked forth to teach his way ; The still earth warned him of the foe. A noble race ! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,...
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The Masterpieces of the Ohio Mound Builders, the Hilltop Fortifications ...

Emilius Oviatt Randall - 1908 - 142 síður
...shaded soil below;' The stars looked forth to teach his way; The still earth warned him of the foe. A noble race ! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,...
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The Hoosac Valley: Its Legends and Its History

Grace Greylock Niles - 1912 - 638 síður
...the Wise in the "Vale of Peace." CHAPTER III MAHICAN BOUNDARIES AND CHRISTIAN BORDER FORTS 1615-1815 A noble race! but they are gone. With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. BRYANT, The Disinterred Warrior. Protestant...
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The Hoosac Valley: Its Legends and Its History

Grace Greylock Niles - 1997 - 620 síður
...the Wise in the "Vale of Peace." CHAPTER III MAHICAN BOUNDARIES AND CHRISTIAN BORDER FORTS 1615-1815 A noble race! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. BRYANT, The Disinterred Warrior. Protestant...
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Pearls and Pebbles

Catharine Parr Traill - 1999 - 239 síður
...Cullen Bryant, "The Disinterred Warrior" (1827), in The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant (1883): A noble race! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. 5 Isaiah 41:12: "Thou shalt seek them, and...
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Dry Bones and Indian Sermons: Praying Indians in Colonial America

Kristina Bross - 2004 - 276 síður
...constructions of national identity, as in this stanza from William Cullen Bryant's "The Disinterred Warrior": A noble race! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,...
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American War Poetry: An Anthology

Lorrie Goldensohn - 2006 - 460 síður
...branches lay, Roots in the shaded soil below, The stars looked forth to teach his way, 114 THE INDIAN WARS A noble race! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,...
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The North American Review, Bindi 52

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1841 - 592 síður
...the humbler path of prose, trodden so successfully by our own Cooper. Bryant has beautifully said ; " A noble race ! but they are gone With their old forests, wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields, where their generations sleep ; Their fountains slake our thirat at noon,...
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