Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - 321 стор. |
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... truth I was in the humour for intense idleness , and felt little incli- nation for the excitement and fatigue of a walking tour . On the following Monday evening , just as the summer sun was sinking , we descended into the valley of the ...
... truth I was in the humour for intense idleness , and felt little incli- nation for the excitement and fatigue of a walking tour . On the following Monday evening , just as the summer sun was sinking , we descended into the valley of the ...
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... truth . I am alluding only to what I cannot but regard as nothing less than preten- tious clap - trap , or at best a sky - blue exposition of certain dogmas which the author has always ready at hand , cut and dried , on the shelf of his ...
... truth . I am alluding only to what I cannot but regard as nothing less than preten- tious clap - trap , or at best a sky - blue exposition of certain dogmas which the author has always ready at hand , cut and dried , on the shelf of his ...
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... truth of pastoral character and pastoral life , and have made their shepherds and shepherdesses talk a language and express feelings which , neither in Arcadia nor else- where , did shepherds and shepherdesses ever know . One is sur ...
... truth of pastoral character and pastoral life , and have made their shepherds and shepherdesses talk a language and express feelings which , neither in Arcadia nor else- where , did shepherds and shepherdesses ever know . One is sur ...
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... truth of his comparison ! STANLEY . For the wish I thank you , but not for the prophecy , which would have come with more grace from a gipsy oracle , than from a sensible , sponsible Englishman who is not descended from Bickerstaff ...
... truth of his comparison ! STANLEY . For the wish I thank you , but not for the prophecy , which would have come with more grace from a gipsy oracle , than from a sensible , sponsible Englishman who is not descended from Bickerstaff ...
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... truth of TALBOT's assertion , I feel inclined to transgress even more than he has done , and to read one non - rural passage from the Pastorals , which touches on the feelings and aspirations of the poet . The egotism of a poet , unlike ...
... truth of TALBOT's assertion , I feel inclined to transgress even more than he has done , and to read one non - rural passage from the Pastorals , which touches on the feelings and aspirations of the poet . The egotism of a poet , unlike ...
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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!