Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 стор. |
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... amid the green . THOMAS MILLER . THE GLADNESS OF NATURE . S this a time to be cloudy and sad , When all is smiling above and around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There ...
... amid the green . THOMAS MILLER . THE GLADNESS OF NATURE . S this a time to be cloudy and sad , When all is smiling above and around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There ...
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... Amid all beauty , beautiful Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice , when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ! While silent showers are falling slow , And ...
... Amid all beauty , beautiful Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice , when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ! While silent showers are falling slow , And ...
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... amid the tangled woods , Slips down through moss - grown stones with endless laughter ; And frequent , on the everlasting hills , Its feet go forth , when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm , And shouts the ...
... amid the tangled woods , Slips down through moss - grown stones with endless laughter ; And frequent , on the everlasting hills , Its feet go forth , when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm , And shouts the ...
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... amid the clustering flowers By nature strewn o'er valley , hill , and field , To hail her bless'd deliverer ! -Ye fair trees , How are ye changed , and changing while I gaze ! It seems as if some gleam of verdant light Fell on you from ...
... amid the clustering flowers By nature strewn o'er valley , hill , and field , To hail her bless'd deliverer ! -Ye fair trees , How are ye changed , and changing while I gaze ! It seems as if some gleam of verdant light Fell on you from ...
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... Amid your tendrils , brightening every hour Into a deeper radiance . Ye sweet birds , Were you asleep through all the wintry hours , Beneath the waters , or in mossy caves ? - Yet are ye not Sporting in tree and air , more beautiful ...
... Amid your tendrils , brightening every hour Into a deeper radiance . Ye sweet birds , Were you asleep through all the wintry hours , Beneath the waters , or in mossy caves ? - Yet are ye not Sporting in tree and air , more beautiful ...
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amid bank beams beauteous beautiful beneath birds bloom blossoms blue blushing boughs bowers bramble breath breeze bright brook brow buds burning season charms clouds creeps daisies deep delight dewy doth E'en earth flocks flowering rush flowers glade gleam glittering glory glows golden grass green grove hails happy hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate hills hues insect lark lark ascends leaves light lives lonely look meadow merry morn mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS Nature's night noon o'er plain purple purple finch rill rise round rural scene shade shadows shepherd shine sight silent silver silver beech sings smile soft song sound spirit sport Spring summer sunny sweet thee thou toil trees trembling Tuning sweet universal song vale vermil voice wanders warbling wave weary whispering white-thorn wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wing woodland woods yellow
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Сторінка 84 - 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 36 - And see the rivers, how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun ! Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go, A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Сторінка 39 - She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the skylark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy; And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Сторінка 35 - And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Сторінка 88 - Th" ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive ? when at hand, Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first...
Сторінка 87 - Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling-place : Where I may see my quill, or cork, down sink With eager bite of Pike, or Bleak, or Dace ; And on the world and my Creator think : Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace t And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war or wantonness.
Сторінка 58 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike 185 The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
Сторінка 72 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Сторінка 62 - Rural confusion ! On the grassy bank Some ruminating lie ; while others stand Half in the flood, and, often bending, sip The circling surface.
Сторінка 13 - O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers ; For dull the eye, the heart is dull That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty, beautiful Thy tender blossoms are...