Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - 321 стор. |
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... spirit , to escape occasionally from the beaten track of their daily toil , and to live under the eye of nature , and in the pleasant interchange of joyous thoughts . I had never felt more weary of study , or more eager for a sea ...
... spirit , to escape occasionally from the beaten track of their daily toil , and to live under the eye of nature , and in the pleasant interchange of joyous thoughts . I had never felt more weary of study , or more eager for a sea ...
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... spirit - stirring chapters . Do you wish that Chaucer had lived nearer the age of Shakspeare and had written in a more intelligible language ; or are you not the rather grateful that from his " well of English undefiled , " every ...
... spirit - stirring chapters . Do you wish that Chaucer had lived nearer the age of Shakspeare and had written in a more intelligible language ; or are you not the rather grateful that from his " well of English undefiled , " every ...
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... spirit of his poetry with that hearty , downright enjoyment of which I am conscious now . Those eight small volumes form a precious part of my poetical library . STANLEY . To translate Chaucer into modern English is to destroy all his ...
... spirit of his poetry with that hearty , downright enjoyment of which I am conscious now . Those eight small volumes form a precious part of my poetical library . STANLEY . To translate Chaucer into modern English is to destroy all his ...
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... spirit , who , in musical mirthfulness , listens to every note by the way , casts a loving glance on every fair flower - and sometimes leaps a stream , or plunges into it , or rambles dreamily over the green meadows , from very ...
... spirit , who , in musical mirthfulness , listens to every note by the way , casts a loving glance on every fair flower - and sometimes leaps a stream , or plunges into it , or rambles dreamily over the green meadows , from very ...
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... spirit , save one that was intensely imbued with Christian feeling and animated by Christian hopes , could ever have sung in a strain so pure , so unworldly , so free from defilement , so free even from the natural coarseness of the age ...
... spirit , save one that was intensely imbued with Christian feeling and animated by Christian hopes , could ever have sung in a strain so pure , so unworldly , so free from defilement , so free even from the natural coarseness of the age ...
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Сторінка 126 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
Сторінка 103 - She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Сторінка 38 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Сторінка 62 - SINCE there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done ; you get no more of me ! And I am glad, yea, glad, with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever ! Cancel all our vows ! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows, That we one jot of former love retain...
Сторінка 275 - 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.
Сторінка 52 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Сторінка 49 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function...
Сторінка 148 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Сторінка 55 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Сторінка 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!