Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 стор. |
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... thine , who hear'st the timid voice of spring , While other flowers still hide them from her call . Along the river's brink and meadows bare , Thee will I seek , beside the stony wall , And in thy trust with childlike heart would share ...
... thine , who hear'st the timid voice of spring , While other flowers still hide them from her call . Along the river's brink and meadows bare , Thee will I seek , beside the stony wall , And in thy trust with childlike heart would share ...
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... thine honor raise ! So lovely wert thou to the gaze Of shepherds on Chaldean hills , When summer flowers around were springing , And when to thee a thousand rills Throughout the quiet night were singing . And lo ! the dwarfish Laplander ...
... thine honor raise ! So lovely wert thou to the gaze Of shepherds on Chaldean hills , When summer flowers around were springing , And when to thee a thousand rills Throughout the quiet night were singing . And lo ! the dwarfish Laplander ...
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... thine eye- Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud Look in . Again the wildered fancy dreams Of spouting fountains frozen as they rose , And fixed , with all their branching jets ...
... thine eye- Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud Look in . Again the wildered fancy dreams Of spouting fountains frozen as they rose , And fixed , with all their branching jets ...
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... Thine ; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps . BRYANT , THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . * NOVEMBER chill blows loud with angry sugh ; The shortening winter day is near a close ; The miry beasts ...
... Thine ; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps . BRYANT , THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . * NOVEMBER chill blows loud with angry sugh ; The shortening winter day is near a close ; The miry beasts ...
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... thine eternal eye . 10 So best we learn what light sublime Is hid within the clouds of time , Whose darkness , dreadful though it be , From those who seek conceals not Thee . STERLING . TO WILLIAM . * İr seems but yesterday , my 58.
... thine eternal eye . 10 So best we learn what light sublime Is hid within the clouds of time , Whose darkness , dreadful though it be , From those who seek conceals not Thee . STERLING . TO WILLIAM . * İr seems but yesterday , my 58.
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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...