The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... 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 Servian Song . 142 The Painted ...
... 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 Servian Song . 142 The Painted ...
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... Wild legends , now warlike , now religious in spirit , naturally belonged to those centuries . No doubt the birds of heaven sang , and the flowers of the field bloomed in those ages ; but we have scanty record of their ex- istence ; the ...
... Wild legends , now warlike , now religious in spirit , naturally belonged to those centuries . No doubt the birds of heaven sang , and the flowers of the field bloomed in those ages ; but we have scanty record of their ex- istence ; the ...
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... wild olive's shelt'ring boughs defend . There where new kings the swarms at spring - tide lead , And bursting myriads gladden all the mead , Dim banks at noon may lure to cool repose , And trees with hospitable arms inclose . If sleep ...
... wild olive's shelt'ring boughs defend . There where new kings the swarms at spring - tide lead , And bursting myriads gladden all the mead , Dim banks at noon may lure to cool repose , And trees with hospitable arms inclose . If sleep ...
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... wild despair . He guards their works , his looks deep rev'rence draws , Crowds swarm on crowds , and hum their loud applause , Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the ...
... wild despair . He guards their works , his looks deep rev'rence draws , Crowds swarm on crowds , and hum their loud applause , Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the ...
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... wild ; The purple hour of youthful spring has smiled : A livelier verdure clothes the teeming earth ; Buds press to life , rejoicing in their birth ; The laughing meadows drink the dews of night , And fresh with opening roses glad the ...
... wild ; The purple hour of youthful spring has smiled : A livelier verdure clothes the teeming earth ; Buds press to life , rejoicing in their birth ; The laughing meadows drink the dews of night , And fresh with opening roses glad the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.