The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1854 - 428 стор. |
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... sleep the stagnant pools , or currents flow , Huge stones and willows ' mid the water throw ; That if a breeze across their passage sweep , And headlong drive the loiterer to the deep , On many a bridge the bee may safely stand , THE 55 ...
... sleep the stagnant pools , or currents flow , Huge stones and willows ' mid the water throw ; That if a breeze across their passage sweep , And headlong drive the loiterer to the deep , On many a bridge the bee may safely stand , THE 55 ...
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... sleep and peace without a murmur dwell . If tempests low'r , or blustering Eurus sound , Prescient they creep their city walls around , Sip the pure rill that near their portal springs , And bound their wary flight in narrower rings ...
... sleep and peace without a murmur dwell . If tempests low'r , or blustering Eurus sound , Prescient they creep their city walls around , Sip the pure rill that near their portal springs , And bound their wary flight in narrower rings ...
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... sleep . And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky . Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away , And cultured field and ...
... sleep . And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky . Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away , And cultured field and ...
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... sleep , And every bush lay deeply purpured With violets ; the woods ' late wintry head Wide flaming primroses set all on fire , And his bald trees put on their green attire , Among whose infant leaves the joyous birds conspire . And now ...
... sleep , And every bush lay deeply purpured With violets ; the woods ' late wintry head Wide flaming primroses set all on fire , And his bald trees put on their green attire , Among whose infant leaves the joyous birds conspire . And now ...
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... sleep . " Toss up your heads , ye everlasting gates , And let the Prince of Glory enter in ! At whose brave volley of sidereal states , The sun to blush , and stars grow pale , were seen ; When leaping first from earth , he did begin To ...
... sleep . " Toss up your heads , ye everlasting gates , And let the Prince of Glory enter in ! At whose brave volley of sidereal states , The sun to blush , and stars grow pale , were seen ; When leaping first from earth , he did begin To ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth Duke of Orleans earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh garden GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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Сторінка 82 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, 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!
Сторінка 96 - 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.
Сторінка 400 - 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.
Сторінка 168 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Сторінка 174 - 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...
Сторінка 105 - 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.
Сторінка 168 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Сторінка 412 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Сторінка 209 - 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.
Сторінка 96 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...