The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 страници |
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... Sweet - Brier 147 137 The Wild Honeysuckle 148 188 Wild Flowers ... 148 139 Beau and the Lily . 149 To Primroses . 140 Flowers ... 150 To the Narcissus 141 Alpine Flowers ... 153 The Rose ... 142 To the Bramble Flower . 158 Ancient ...
... Sweet - Brier 147 137 The Wild Honeysuckle 148 188 Wild Flowers ... 148 139 Beau and the Lily . 149 To Primroses . 140 Flowers ... 150 To the Narcissus 141 Alpine Flowers ... 153 The Rose ... 142 To the Bramble Flower . 158 Ancient ...
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... sweet an aire Of the eglentere , that certainely , There is no hert , I deme , in such dispaire , Ne with thoughts froward , and contraire , So overlaid , but it should soon have bote , If it had ones felt this savour sote . And as I ...
... sweet an aire Of the eglentere , that certainely , There is no hert , I deme , in such dispaire , Ne with thoughts froward , and contraire , So overlaid , but it should soon have bote , If it had ones felt this savour sote . And as I ...
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... sweet accord was in so good musike , That the voice to angels most was like . At the last , out of a grove even by , That was right goodly and pleasaunt to sight , I sie where there came singing lustily , A world THE 39 FLOWER AND THE ...
... sweet accord was in so good musike , That the voice to angels most was like . At the last , out of a grove even by , That was right goodly and pleasaunt to sight , I sie where there came singing lustily , A world THE 39 FLOWER AND THE ...
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... sweet , Or down that decks the apple tribe , Or fragrant violet : Come , nibble on , your vessels store With honey ... sweets Distilleth lavishly . Rejoice , ye blessed creatures ! Regaling while ye rove , Winged workers of nectareous ...
... sweet , Or down that decks the apple tribe , Or fragrant violet : Come , nibble on , your vessels store With honey ... sweets Distilleth lavishly . Rejoice , ye blessed creatures ! Regaling while ye rove , Winged workers of nectareous ...
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... sweet , In all the varied human flowers we meet , In the wide garden of humanity ; And like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nectar there . ANNE C. LYNCH . III . Spring . GILES little known to the ...
... sweet , In all the varied human flowers we meet , In the wide garden of humanity ; And like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nectar there . ANNE C. LYNCH . III . Spring . GILES little known to the ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms clouds cuckoo dance dark delight doth Duke of Orleans earth fair fairy field flocks flowers forest fresh garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE Katydid leaf leaves light live look meadows merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shines shower silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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Страница 408 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! 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 98 - 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 144 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 226 Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Страница 61 - 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 158 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Страница 211 - 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 84 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations. Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Страница 248 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Страница 98 - 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 406 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.