The Open Road: A Little Book for WayfarersH. Holt, 1909 - 325 стор. |
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Сторінка vii
... SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE • C. Marlowe 76 SONG • Anon . 77 HER BEAUTY CONSTANCY • W. Shakespeare 78 · · J. Sylvester 79 SONG · • R. Le Gallienne 80 SUN AND CLOUD , AND THE WINDY HILLS THE SUN HYMN OF APOLLO • Alice Meynell 83 • P. B. Shelley ...
... SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE • C. Marlowe 76 SONG • Anon . 77 HER BEAUTY CONSTANCY • W. Shakespeare 78 · · J. Sylvester 79 SONG · • R. Le Gallienne 80 SUN AND CLOUD , AND THE WINDY HILLS THE SUN HYMN OF APOLLO • Alice Meynell 83 • P. B. Shelley ...
Сторінка xi
... SHEPHERD O ' THE FARM . William Barnes 279 THE SHEPHERD · . Maurice Hewlett 281 WALT'S FRIEND · . Walt Whitman 281 Tом SUETER UNCLE AN ' AUNT WILL WIMBLE • John Nyren 283 William Barnes 284 • • , Addison's ' Spectator ' 286 A GENTLEMAN ...
... SHEPHERD O ' THE FARM . William Barnes 279 THE SHEPHERD · . Maurice Hewlett 281 WALT'S FRIEND · . Walt Whitman 281 Tом SUETER UNCLE AN ' AUNT WILL WIMBLE • John Nyren 283 William Barnes 284 • • , Addison's ' Spectator ' 286 A GENTLEMAN ...
Сторінка 57
... shepherd from the downs . Strange lore and quaint fancy he will then impart , in the musical Wessex or Mercian he has learned to speak so naturally ; though it may not be till many a mile away you begin to suspect that you have ...
... shepherd from the downs . Strange lore and quaint fancy he will then impart , in the musical Wessex or Mercian he has learned to speak so naturally ; though it may not be till many a mile away you begin to suspect that you have ...
Сторінка 60
... shepherds Soft lull'd by the rills , Lie wrapt in their blankets , Asleep on the hills . -What Forms are these coming So white through the gloom ? What garments out - glistening The gold - flower'd broom ? What sweet - breathing ...
... shepherds Soft lull'd by the rills , Lie wrapt in their blankets , Asleep on the hills . -What Forms are these coming So white through the gloom ? What garments out - glistening The gold - flower'd broom ? What sweet - breathing ...
Сторінка 76
... Shepherd to his Love OME live with me and be my Love , COME And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed ...
... Shepherd to his Love OME live with me and be my Love , COME And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed ...
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A. E. Housman Alice Meynell beauty behold birds bliss blow blue boughs breath bright brown clouds dance dark dear delight Dost doth dream E. V. Lucas earth evemen eyes fair flocks flowers fresh GARDEN Gervase Markham Goddés fay grass green grey H. C. Beeching happy hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie lollie Jack John Keats Kenneth Grahame kiss land leaves light live look lover Marna Matthew Arnold meadows merry moon morning mountain murmur never night numbers o'er pass Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems river road round sheep Shepherd shine silent sing sleep smiles soft song soul spring stars stream sweet thee ther thine things thou art thought trees trolollie lollie loe voice vrom W. B. Yeats walk wander waves wild William Barnes William Wordsworth wind wood zunny woodlands
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Сторінка 102 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Сторінка 197 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Сторінка 231 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Сторінка 228 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the. fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Сторінка 201 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Сторінка 95 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Сторінка 55 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Сторінка 308 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Сторінка 124 - 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...
Сторінка iv - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.