Out-of-doorsDodge publishing Company, 1902 - 145 páginas |
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Now fades the last long streak of snow ; Now bourgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares , and thick By ashen roots the violets blow . Tennyson Those awful powers on man that wait , On man.
Now fades the last long streak of snow ; Now bourgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares , and thick By ashen roots the violets blow . Tennyson Those awful powers on man that wait , On man.
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... . O thou , new - year , delaying long , Delayest the sorrow in my blood , That longs to burst a frozen bud , And flood a fresher throat with song . -Tennyson . I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high 18 Out - of - Doors.
... . O thou , new - year , delaying long , Delayest the sorrow in my blood , That longs to burst a frozen bud , And flood a fresher throat with song . -Tennyson . I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high 18 Out - of - Doors.
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... root and all , in my hand , Little flower , -but if I could understand What you are , root and all , and all in all , I should know what God and man is . -Tennyson . Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight 56 - Out · Doors.
... root and all , in my hand , Little flower , -but if I could understand What you are , root and all , and all in all , I should know what God and man is . -Tennyson . Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight 56 - Out · Doors.
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... I embark ; For tho ' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far , I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have cross'd the bar . -Tennyson . Now came fulfillment of the year's desire , The tall 80 Out - of - Doors.
... I embark ; For tho ' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far , I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have cross'd the bar . -Tennyson . Now came fulfillment of the year's desire , The tall 80 Out - of - Doors.
Página 87
... carats fine is the gold of the beech , the walnut , the chestnut ? -Edith M. Thomas . And Autumn laying here and there A fiery finger on the leaves . -Tennyson . IN SEPTEMBER . The beech is dipped in wine ; Out - of - Doors 87.
... carats fine is the gold of the beech , the walnut , the chestnut ? -Edith M. Thomas . And Autumn laying here and there A fiery finger on the leaves . -Tennyson . IN SEPTEMBER . The beech is dipped in wine ; Out - of - Doors 87.
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Out-of-Doors: Quotations From Nature Lovers, Selected and Illustrated ... Rosalie Arthur No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Out-of-Doors: Quotations From Nature Lovers, Selected and Illustrated ... Rosalie Arthur No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 16 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 91 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 141 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Página 60 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 17 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart, Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright.
Página 90 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 28 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 90 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Página 113 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Página 131 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.