Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 стор. |
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... bowers : Where the tall oak his spreading arms entwines , And with the beech a mutual shade combines ; Where flows the murm'ring brook inviting dreams , Where bordering hazel overhangs the streams , Whose rolling current winding round ...
... bowers : Where the tall oak his spreading arms entwines , And with the beech a mutual shade combines ; Where flows the murm'ring brook inviting dreams , Where bordering hazel overhangs the streams , Whose rolling current winding round ...
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... bowers . Up , up , my heart ! and walk abroad , fling work and care aside ; Seek silent hills , or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide ; Or underneath the shadow vast of patriarchal trees , See through its leaves the cloudless sky ...
... bowers . Up , up , my heart ! and walk abroad , fling work and care aside ; Seek silent hills , or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide ; Or underneath the shadow vast of patriarchal trees , See through its leaves the cloudless sky ...
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... bower , There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth ...
... bower , There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth ...
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... bower , There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth ...
... bower , There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth ...
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... 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 ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich ...
... 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 ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich ...
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amid bank beams bear beautiful beneath birds bloom blue bowers breath breeze bright bring brook busy charms close clouds comes dark deep delight drop earth fair fall feel field flocks flow flowers glory glowing golden grass green grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hues lark leaves lifts light lives lonely look mark merry mind morn mountain murmur Nature night notes o'er opening pass plain play purple rest rise river rock round rural scene seek seems seen shade shadows shines side sight silent silver sings sleep smile soft song sound spirit sport spreads Spring stream summer sunny sweet thee thou thought trees trembling vale voice walk wandering waters wave weary wide wild wind wing winter woods young
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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...