The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... Rose ... 142 Ancient Servian Song .. To Blossoms ... 143 Children's Posies . Love's Wreath ... To Daffodils The Lily ... ..... .... ...... 144 ... 145 Grongar Hill Letter on Certain Trees .. A Sketch .. An English Peasant's Cottage Ruth ...
... Rose ... 142 Ancient Servian Song .. To Blossoms ... 143 Children's Posies . Love's Wreath ... To Daffodils The Lily ... ..... .... ...... 144 ... 145 Grongar Hill Letter on Certain Trees .. A Sketch .. An English Peasant's Cottage Ruth ...
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... rose three houres after twelfe , About the springing of the daye ; And I put on my geare and my arraye , And to a pleasaunt grove I gan passe , Long er the bright Sunne up risen was . In which were okes great , streight as a line ...
... rose three houres after twelfe , About the springing of the daye ; And I put on my geare and my arraye , And to a pleasaunt grove I gan passe , Long er the bright Sunne up risen was . In which were okes great , streight as a line ...
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... rose , From autumn first the ripen'd apple chose ; And e'en when winter split the rocks with cold , And chain'd the o'erhanging torrent as it roll'd , His blooming hyacinths , ne'er known to fail , Shed scents unborrow'd of the vernal ...
... rose , From autumn first the ripen'd apple chose ; And e'en when winter split the rocks with cold , And chain'd the o'erhanging torrent as it roll'd , His blooming hyacinths , ne'er known to fail , Shed scents unborrow'd of the vernal ...
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... rose's glowing breast , The lily's dainty cup , the violet's lips- But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely press'd Within the poison chalice . Thus , if we Seek only to draw forth the hidden ...
... rose's glowing breast , The lily's dainty cup , the violet's lips- But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely press'd Within the poison chalice . Thus , if we Seek only to draw forth the hidden ...
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... roses o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the deep Have languished into silent sleep . And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ... ROSE . 64 SPRING . 64 Description of Spring To Spring Spring.
... roses o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the deep Have languished into silent sleep . And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ... ROSE . 64 SPRING . 64 Description of Spring To Spring Spring.
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.