Poetry of the Year: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of the SeasonsE. H. Butler & Company, 1864 - 128 стор. |
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... vale ; The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale , ON MAY MORNING . The buck in brake his winter ...
... vale ; The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale , ON MAY MORNING . The buck in brake his winter ...
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... vale The mocking cuckoo chanteth free ; And Philomel , with liquid throat , Doth pour the welcome , warbling note , That had been all the Winter dumb , - We then may say the May is come . When fishes leap in silver stream , And tender ...
... vale The mocking cuckoo chanteth free ; And Philomel , with liquid throat , Doth pour the welcome , warbling note , That had been all the Winter dumb , - We then may say the May is come . When fishes leap in silver stream , And tender ...
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... vale disdain , Yet walk with me where hawthorns hide The wonders of the lane . High o'er the rushy springs of Don The stormy gloom is rolled ; The moorland hath not yet put on His purple , green , and gold . But here the titling spreads ...
... vale disdain , Yet walk with me where hawthorns hide The wonders of the lane . High o'er the rushy springs of Don The stormy gloom is rolled ; The moorland hath not yet put on His purple , green , and gold . But here the titling spreads ...
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... vale , of flowers the queen , Puts on the robe she neither sewed nor spun : The birds on ground , or on the branches green , Hop to and fro , and glitter in the sun . Soon as o'er eastern hills the morning peers , From her low nest the ...
... vale , of flowers the queen , Puts on the robe she neither sewed nor spun : The birds on ground , or on the branches green , Hop to and fro , and glitter in the sun . Soon as o'er eastern hills the morning peers , From her low nest the ...
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... vale , His mighty voice may come upon the gale . Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . Linger ...
... vale , His mighty voice may come upon the gale . Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . Linger ...
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Amid AUTUMN beautiful beech behold bending beneath birds bloom blue bough bowers breathes bright brook brow buds burst cheerful clouds Corinna COWPER cowslip cuckoo daisies deep delight dewy doth E'en earth fair fields flock flowers forest fresh gale gentle gleam gleaner glebe glow golden grass green grove harvest-home hath hawthorn heart heaven hill icicle insects JOY OF SPRING king-cups lark leafy leaves light LONGFELLOW looks MAY-BUSH mead merry minnow MORNING moss mossy mountains murmurs Nature's night nightingale nightly o'er Philomel POETRY primrose rain rapture rise rock round scattered shade shepherd shine showers silent silver sings smile snow soft soft wind song spread SPRING stream SUMMER REVERIE sunbeams sunny sweet sweetly thee THOMSON thou thrush trees twitter vale violets voice wain walk wander warble waving WILD BRAMBLE wind wings WINTER wintry woodland woods WORDSWORTH yellow
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Сторінка 30 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept. Come, and receive them...
Сторінка 118 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Сторінка 107 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 68 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Сторінка 107 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Сторінка 126 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Сторінка 60 - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
Сторінка 44 - Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...
Сторінка 24 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Сторінка 117 - The village clock tolled six, — -I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice...