Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 стор. |
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... bright Sabbath in the Country The Cotter's Saturday Night Hymn of the City Hymn of a Hermit 46 46 48 • 49 • 49 51 • 52 . 57 To William To the Fringed Gentian Religion of Ancient Greece I see thee still The Deaf • On a Girl leading her ...
... bright Sabbath in the Country The Cotter's Saturday Night Hymn of the City Hymn of a Hermit 46 46 48 • 49 • 49 51 • 52 . 57 To William To the Fringed Gentian Religion of Ancient Greece I see thee still The Deaf • On a Girl leading her ...
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... the vale . .r But this bold floweret climbs light , Hides in the forest , hauntsower Plays on the margin of the April bright . Peeps round the fox's de BRYANT . Within the garden's cultured round , It shares the sweet 2 13.
... the vale . .r But this bold floweret climbs light , Hides in the forest , hauntsower Plays on the margin of the April bright . Peeps round the fox's de BRYANT . Within the garden's cultured round , It shares the sweet 2 13.
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... bright hue , And streaked with jet thy glowing lip . Yet slight thy form , and low thy seat , And earthward bent thy gentle eye , Unapt the passing view to meet , When loftier flowers are flaunting high . Oft , in the sunless April day ...
... bright hue , And streaked with jet thy glowing lip . Yet slight thy form , and low thy seat , And earthward bent thy gentle eye , Unapt the passing view to meet , When loftier flowers are flaunting high . Oft , in the sunless April day ...
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... bright , Like golden lamps in a green night ; And does in the pomegranate close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows . He makes the figs our mouths to meet , And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples plants of such a price , No tree ...
... bright , Like golden lamps in a green night ; And does in the pomegranate close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows . He makes the figs our mouths to meet , And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples plants of such a price , No tree ...
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... bright green vale ; And here they stretch to the frolic chase , And there they roll on the easy gale . There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower ; There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree ; There's a smile on the fruit , and a ...
... bright green vale ; And here they stretch to the frolic chase , And there they roll on the easy gale . There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower ; There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree ; There's a smile on the fruit , and a ...
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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Сторінка 44 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Сторінка 32 - 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?
Сторінка 16 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Сторінка 67 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Сторінка 55 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Сторінка 158 - ... from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Сторінка 103 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Сторінка 102 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Сторінка 32 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — 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.
Сторінка 44 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...