The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 страници |
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... soon becomes metamorphosed into a cockney or a courtier . In their day Paris and London have probably thus swallowed up many a man of genius , country born and country bred , who , had he remained in his native haunts , could never have ...
... soon becomes metamorphosed into a cockney or a courtier . In their day Paris and London have probably thus swallowed up many a man of genius , country born and country bred , who , had he remained in his native haunts , could never have ...
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... soon have bote , If it had ones felt this savour sote . And as I stood and cast aside mine eie , I was ware of the fairest medler tree , That ever yet in all my life I sie , As full of blossomes as it might be , Therein a goldfinch ...
... soon have bote , If it had ones felt this savour sote . And as I stood and cast aside mine eie , I was ware of the fairest medler tree , That ever yet in all my life I sie , As full of blossomes as it might be , Therein a goldfinch ...
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... soon have bote , If it had ones felt this savour sote . And as I stood and cast aside mine eie , I was ware of the fairest medler tree , That ever yet in all my life I sie , As full of blossomes as it might be , Therein a goldfinch ...
... soon have bote , If it had ones felt this savour sote . And as I stood and cast aside mine eie , I was ware of the fairest medler tree , That ever yet in all my life I sie , As full of blossomes as it might be , Therein a goldfinch ...
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... soon the flowers of spring will fade ! What gales of fragrance scent the vernal air ! Hills , dales , and woods their loveliest mantles wear , Who knows what cares await that fatal day , When ruder guests shall banish gentle May ? E'en ...
... soon the flowers of spring will fade ! What gales of fragrance scent the vernal air ! Hills , dales , and woods their loveliest mantles wear , Who knows what cares await that fatal day , When ruder guests shall banish gentle May ? E'en ...
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... soon the flowers of spring will fade ! Clear drops , each morn , impearl the rose's bloom , And from its leaf the zephyr drinks perfume ; The dewy buds expand their lucid store : Be this our wealth ; ye damsels ask no more , Though wise ...
... soon the flowers of spring will fade ! Clear drops , each morn , impearl the rose's bloom , And from its leaf the zephyr drinks perfume ; The dewy buds expand their lucid store : Be this our wealth ; ye damsels ask no more , Though wise ...
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Страница 386 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Страница 85 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Страница 76 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Страница 86 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Страница 39 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Страница 154 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Страница 85 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Страница 190 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Страница 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Страница 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.