My Kalendar of Country DelightsJ. Lane, 1903 - 368 страници |
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... breath of these rude days Rocks the year : -be calm and mild , Trembling hours , she will arise With new love within her eyes . January grey is here , Like a sexton by her grave ; February bears the bier , March with grief doth howl and ...
... breath of these rude days Rocks the year : -be calm and mild , Trembling hours , she will arise With new love within her eyes . January grey is here , Like a sexton by her grave ; February bears the bier , March with grief doth howl and ...
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... Breath of Flowers , is farre Sweeter in the Aire ( where it comes and Goes , like the Warbling of Musick ) then in the hand , therefore nothing is more fit for that delight , then to know , what be the Flowers , and Plants , that doe ...
... Breath of Flowers , is farre Sweeter in the Aire ( where it comes and Goes , like the Warbling of Musick ) then in the hand , therefore nothing is more fit for that delight , then to know , what be the Flowers , and Plants , that doe ...
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... breath and echo - lights , As if the god of sun - time kept His eyes half open while he slept . Roses shall be where roses were , Not shadows , but reality ; As if they never perished there , But slept in immortality : Nature shall ...
... breath and echo - lights , As if the god of sun - time kept His eyes half open while he slept . Roses shall be where roses were , Not shadows , but reality ; As if they never perished there , But slept in immortality : Nature shall ...
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... breath Blew soft from the moist hills ; the black - thorn boughs , So dark in the bare wood , when glistening In the sunshine were white with coming buds , Like the bright side of a sorrow , and the banks Had violets opening from sleep ...
... breath Blew soft from the moist hills ; the black - thorn boughs , So dark in the bare wood , when glistening In the sunshine were white with coming buds , Like the bright side of a sorrow , and the banks Had violets opening from sleep ...
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... " -SIR WALTER SCOTT . " First of all the rose , because its breath Is rich beyond the rest , and when it dies It doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death . " APRIL SIXTEENTH . " When the sloe - tree is OF COUNTRY DELIGHTS 105.
... " -SIR WALTER SCOTT . " First of all the rose , because its breath Is rich beyond the rest , and when it dies It doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death . " APRIL SIXTEENTH . " When the sloe - tree is OF COUNTRY DELIGHTS 105.
Често срещани думи и фрази
APRIL Autumn beauty bees birds bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breath bright buds called Carnations chaffinch Cherry ripe clouds colour Cowslip cuckoo daisies dear delight doth earth eyes fair FEBRUARY fieldfares floures flowers garden Garden Warbler Gerard Gilbert White Gilli Flower golden grass green grow hath hawfinches heard heart hedge herb hyacinth JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JULY JUNE Kalendar Lady's lark leaf leaves light lilies Lillies linnet look Madonna Lily MARCH MEADOWSWEET morning Nature nest never night nightingale numbers o'er old book Parterres Perilla pink plant poppies pretty Prime Roses primrose purple rain roses round seed shining sing Snowdrop soft song spring summer Sunne sunshine Swallow sweet tells thee things thou titmice to-day TOM HOOD trees tulips unto Velvet Flowers violet weather wild wind wings winter wood writes yellow young
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Страница 215 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Страница 114 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Страница 302 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Страница 273 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Страница 121 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Страница 304 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Страница 276 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains: and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, — both what they half create. And what perceive...
Страница 304 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Страница 152 - Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers...
Страница 103 - Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!