Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 páginas |
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... DWELL in groves that gilt are with the sun ; Sit on the banks by which clear waters run ; In summer's heat down in a shade I lie ; My music is the buzzing of a fly ; I walk in meadows , where grows fresh green grass ; In fields , where ...
... DWELL in groves that gilt are with the sun ; Sit on the banks by which clear waters run ; In summer's heat down in a shade I lie ; My music is the buzzing of a fly ; I walk in meadows , where grows fresh green grass ; In fields , where ...
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... . 81 IZAAK WALTON . THOU that hast loved so long and well The vale's deep quiet streams , Where the pure water - lilies dwell , Shedding forth tender gleams ; 82 THE ANGLER . And o'er the pool the May 11 THE ANGLER, HEMANS,
... . 81 IZAAK WALTON . THOU that hast loved so long and well The vale's deep quiet streams , Where the pure water - lilies dwell , Shedding forth tender gleams ; 82 THE ANGLER . And o'er the pool the May 11 THE ANGLER, HEMANS,
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... dwell , May'st calmly bid thy streams farewell . HEMANS . THE CHANGED HOME . I LEFT my home ; - ' twas in a little vale , Sheltered from snow - storms by the stately pines ; A small clear river wandered quietly , Its smooth waves only ...
... dwell , May'st calmly bid thy streams farewell . HEMANS . THE CHANGED HOME . I LEFT my home ; - ' twas in a little vale , Sheltered from snow - storms by the stately pines ; A small clear river wandered quietly , Its smooth waves only ...
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... , And as we gaze , we know . Ye dwell beside our paths and homes , Our paths of sin , our homes of sorrow , And guilty man , where'er he roams , Your innocent mirth may borrow . THE LILIES OF THE FIELD . The birds of air.
... , And as we gaze , we know . Ye dwell beside our paths and homes , Our paths of sin , our homes of sorrow , And guilty man , where'er he roams , Your innocent mirth may borrow . THE LILIES OF THE FIELD . The birds of air.
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... summer of thy grace , And fruits of faith bud forth apace While yet I dwell below . And set me , Lord , in Paradise When I have bloomed beneath these skies Till my last leaf is flown ; NOW SPRING HAS CLAD , ETC. 105 Thus let me.
... summer of thy grace , And fruits of faith bud forth apace While yet I dwell below . And set me , Lord , in Paradise When I have bloomed beneath these skies Till my last leaf is flown ; NOW SPRING HAS CLAD , ETC. 105 Thus let me.
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Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1865 |
Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1866 |
Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1867 |
Términos y frases comunes
AUGUST azure beauty birds bloom blossoms bower breast bright brook buds charm cheer CLIFTON HILL clouds Colin CUCKOO Cuddie DAFFODILS decked delight dewy doth DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE dwell earth ENGLISH SCENERY fair falcon Flow gently fragrant fresh glowing grass gray green grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hern Hey ho hill lambs lark leaves LESSONS OF SPRING LOVE IN IDLENESS maid mede morning MOUNTAIN DAISY Nature's nest nightingale nosegay o'er OCTOBER TWILIGHT peace Perigot plain pleasant PRAISE AND THANKSGIVING primrose QUEEN MAB red you beware rills rose round Rovde rural shade shepheard showers sight sing SKYLARK smile soft song soothe sound SPRING HAS CLAD stream SUMMER PLEASURES swain sweet Afton tell thee thine thou art THRUSH tree vale violet WALK wandering waving weep wild Willie willows wind wing woods youth
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Página 24 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Página 55 - Up with me ! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! . . ..:. Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
Página 41 - 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.
Página 20 - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee, of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect, happy thou ! Dost neither age nor winter know; But, when thou'st drunk, and danc'd, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Página 26 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Página 91 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 50 - Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet ? Or brought a kiss From that Sweet-heart, to this? — No, no, this sorrow shown By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read, That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.
Página 26 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Página 24 - With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Página 47 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!