Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1865 - 128 páginas |
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... danced , 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 . COWLEY . TO BLOSSOMS . FAIRE pledges of a fruitful tree ,
... danced , 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 . COWLEY . TO BLOSSOMS . FAIRE pledges of a fruitful tree ,
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... rest , From his moist cabinet mounts up on high , And wakes the morning from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who does the world so gloriously behold , The cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold . SHAKSPEARE . THE ...
... rest , From his moist cabinet mounts up on high , And wakes the morning from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who does the world so gloriously behold , The cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold . SHAKSPEARE . THE ...
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... Has stilled them all to rest : or at the hour Of doubtful dawning gray ; then from his wing Her partner turns his yellow bill , and chants His solitary song of joyous praise . GRAHAME . TO DAFFODILS . FAIRE daffodils , we weep to see.
... Has stilled them all to rest : or at the hour Of doubtful dawning gray ; then from his wing Her partner turns his yellow bill , and chants His solitary song of joyous praise . GRAHAME . TO DAFFODILS . FAIRE daffodils , we weep to see.
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... the hand of rough Mischance , Or chilled by Age , their airy dance They leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply : 44 MAY . Poor moralist ! and what art thou ODE ON SPRING . 43.
... the hand of rough Mischance , Or chilled by Age , their airy dance They leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply : 44 MAY . Poor moralist ! and what art thou ODE ON SPRING . 43.
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... rest , no peace . The falcon hovering flies Balanced in air , and confidently bold Hangs o'er him like a cloud , then aims her blow Full at his destined head . The watchful hern 54 FIELD SPORTS . Shoots from her like a blazing FIELD ...
... rest , no peace . The falcon hovering flies Balanced in air , and confidently bold Hangs o'er him like a cloud , then aims her blow Full at his destined head . The watchful hern 54 FIELD SPORTS . Shoots from her like a blazing FIELD ...
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Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1864 |
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
azure beauty birds bloom blue bosom bower braes breast breathe bright brook buds charm cheer CLIFTON HILL clouds Colin cottage garden CUCKOO Cuddie DAISY decked delight dewy doth DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE dwell earth ENGLISH SCENERY fair falcon field Flow gently flowers fragrant fresh glowing grass gray green grove happy hath heart heaven hern Hey ho hill lambs lark leaves life's LOVE IN IDLENESS maid mede melody morning mountain MOUNTAIN DAISY Nature's nest nightingale nosegay o'er peace Perigot plain pleasant pleasure praise primrose QUEEN MAB red you beware rills round Rovde rural scenes shade shepheard showers sight silver sing SKYLARK smile soft song soothe soul sound stream summer swain sweet Afton tell thee thine thou art tree vale village violet WALK wandering waving weep wild Willie willows wind wing wont woods youth
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Página 24 - WISH 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 48 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
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 91 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Página 26 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds...
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 58 - ... Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell ; Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light That had else been all too bright.
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 27 - Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Página 57 - She stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.