Illustrated ed. Summer time in the country |
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... turning his face towards the sun , and then to the grass . Every blade will be reddened , as if a fairy procession had gone by . The colour is not in the grass , but in the eye ; as that contracts , the glare vanishes . Subject the ...
... turning his face towards the sun , and then to the grass . Every blade will be reddened , as if a fairy procession had gone by . The colour is not in the grass , but in the eye ; as that contracts , the glare vanishes . Subject the ...
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... turn the corner . It is a race between you and your shadow ; but you will never overtake it while you travel from the sun . Can you make no simile out of this ? When the day of intellectual life sets , and the pilgrim of poetry ...
... turn the corner . It is a race between you and your shadow ; but you will never overtake it while you travel from the sun . Can you make no simile out of this ? When the day of intellectual life sets , and the pilgrim of poetry ...
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... turn our eyes in upon it , it will soon tell us its own royal pedigree and noble extraction , by those sacred hieroglyphics which it bears upon itself . " Again : - " And because all those scattered rays of beauty and loveliness which ...
... turn our eyes in upon it , it will soon tell us its own royal pedigree and noble extraction , by those sacred hieroglyphics which it bears upon itself . " Again : - " And because all those scattered rays of beauty and loveliness which ...
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... turns a summer fly , Here spun his shroud , and laid him up to die The winter death - upon the bed of state . The bat , still shrieking , woo'd his flickering mate . MAY 6TH . 23 I FIND Archdeacon Hare commending , with measureless ...
... turns a summer fly , Here spun his shroud , and laid him up to die The winter death - upon the bed of state . The bat , still shrieking , woo'd his flickering mate . MAY 6TH . 23 I FIND Archdeacon Hare commending , with measureless ...
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... former years , did he turn his wing to Syria ? Again I sigh for the bird- language . Touching stories that tongue might tell of the field which THE MISSION OF NIGHTINGALES . 35 35 the Lord hath 34 SUMMER TIME IN THE COUNTRY .
... former years , did he turn his wing to Syria ? Again I sigh for the bird- language . Touching stories that tongue might tell of the field which THE MISSION OF NIGHTINGALES . 35 35 the Lord hath 34 SUMMER TIME IN THE COUNTRY .
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Сторінка 144 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Сторінка 212 - 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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 50 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Сторінка 180 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Сторінка 47 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Сторінка 194 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 34 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 189 - Typhoean rage more fell Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Сторінка 82 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Сторінка 91 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.