Woodnotes, for all seasons [an anthology].1842 |
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... wandering man , whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong , Or slow distemper , or neglected love , ( And so , poor wretch ! fill'd all things with him- self , And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his ...
... wandering man , whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong , Or slow distemper , or neglected love , ( And so , poor wretch ! fill'd all things with him- self , And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his ...
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... wandering voice ? While I am lying on the grass , The twofold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . Though babbling only to the vale , Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a ...
... wandering voice ? While I am lying on the grass , The twofold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . Though babbling only to the vale , Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a ...
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... wandering near thee , Lay her egg within thy nest ; Nor thy young ones , born to cheer thee , Be destroy'd by such a guest . Little flutterer ! swiftly flying , Here is none to harm thee near ; Kite , nor hawk , nor school - boy prying ...
... wandering near thee , Lay her egg within thy nest ; Nor thy young ones , born to cheer thee , Be destroy'd by such a guest . Little flutterer ! swiftly flying , Here is none to harm thee near ; Kite , nor hawk , nor school - boy prying ...
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... wander by ! They have left their nests in the forest bough , Those homes of delight they need not now ; And the young and the old they wander out , And traverse their green world round about ; And hark ! at the top of this leafy hall ...
... wander by ! They have left their nests in the forest bough , Those homes of delight they need not now ; And the young and the old they wander out , And traverse their green world round about ; And hark ! at the top of this leafy hall ...
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... wandering flights await , Or whether silent in our groves you dwell , The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate , And still protect the song she loves so well . With cautious step the love - lorn youth shall glide` Through the lone ...
... wandering flights await , Or whether silent in our groves you dwell , The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate , And still protect the song she loves so well . With cautious step the love - lorn youth shall glide` Through the lone ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou Barry Cornwall billow blest Blue Bird boughs bowers breast breeze bright brood Carrion Crow Charlotte Smith cheer cloud CUCKOO CURLEW dark delight dewy doth drest earth fair farewell feather'd flight flits flowers flutterer gale gentle gibbet glow GOLDFINCH green grove hail Hark hath hear heard heart heaven Horned Owl Linnet lonely love good morrow lovest minstrelsy morning mossy Neath nest night Nightingale noontide notes o'er PARROT pensive perch'd Petrel pinions plumage plumes Reckless thou rest rill ROBIN REDBREAST rock'd rude school-boy sequester'd shade sing skies Skylark soft song soothe sorrow soul spray spring stormy STORMY PETREL strain stream summer sunshine Swallow sweet bird tempests thee thine thou art Thou merry Lark thou shalt thrush thy wing tree vale vernal voice wandering warbling warm waves wild wind winter woods young
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Página 101 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 45 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 43 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 25 - ... Most musical, most melancholy"* bird ! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man, whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch ! filled all things with himself And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit...
Página 45 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 29 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Página 44 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Página 102 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 11 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Página 120 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.