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... village boys scaring the birds from the furrows . The good seed of the mind is to be guarded from vain thoughts descending with fiercer hunger . Nor will our best instruction be drawn from books . If he who wishes to be pathetic and ...
... village boys scaring the birds from the furrows . The good seed of the mind is to be guarded from vain thoughts descending with fiercer hunger . Nor will our best instruction be drawn from books . If he who wishes to be pathetic and ...
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... village windows blaze , Burnish'd by the setting sun . Trudging as the ploughmen go , To the smoking hamlet bound , Giant - like their shadows grow , Lengthened o'er the level ground . Where is your own shadow now ? It has sprung twenty ...
... village windows blaze , Burnish'd by the setting sun . Trudging as the ploughmen go , To the smoking hamlet bound , Giant - like their shadows grow , Lengthened o'er the level ground . Where is your own shadow now ? It has sprung twenty ...
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... village , once heard two owls hooting at each other in different keys - two Arcadians indeed . Beattie , in four of the most natural lines of English poetry , has indicated the flight and the disposition of the owl , leaving Ꭰ on the ...
... village , once heard two owls hooting at each other in different keys - two Arcadians indeed . Beattie , in four of the most natural lines of English poetry , has indicated the flight and the disposition of the owl , leaving Ꭰ on the ...
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... village of Swallowfield that Lady Clarendon displayed her taste for flowers . Why have we no history of English gardens ? It might make a reputation . Mr. Johnson has drawn up a sketch , but dry and imperfect . We want Evelyn and ...
... village of Swallowfield that Lady Clarendon displayed her taste for flowers . Why have we no history of English gardens ? It might make a reputation . Mr. Johnson has drawn up a sketch , but dry and imperfect . We want Evelyn and ...
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... Village . “ Ham House is a perfect model of the mansion of the last century , with its dark shadowy front , its steps and terraces , its marble basins , and its deep silent court . Harlow Place must have been just such an abode of ...
... Village . “ Ham House is a perfect model of the mansion of the last century , with its dark shadowy front , its steps and terraces , its marble basins , and its deep silent court . Harlow Place must have been just such an abode of ...
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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.