"Under Green Leaves.": A Book of Rural PoemsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce & Huntington, 1865 - 96 стор. |
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... dreams affright , Heavy with fear , death's fearful summons wait ) ; Whilst here I wander , pleased to be alone , Weighing in thought the World's no happiness , I cannot choose but wonder at its moan , Since so plain joys the woody life ...
... dreams affright , Heavy with fear , death's fearful summons wait ) ; Whilst here I wander , pleased to be alone , Weighing in thought the World's no happiness , I cannot choose but wonder at its moan , Since so plain joys the woody life ...
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... dreams , Drowsy through breathing back the new - mown hay , That rolls its fragrance o'er the fringèd streams— Mirrors in which the Sun now decks his quivering beams . VII . Uprise the lambs , fresh from their flowery slumber ( The ...
... dreams , Drowsy through breathing back the new - mown hay , That rolls its fragrance o'er the fringèd streams— Mirrors in which the Sun now decks his quivering beams . VII . Uprise the lambs , fresh from their flowery slumber ( The ...
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... dreams , You scarce can see the banks which round it lie ; That withered trunk , a tree or shepherd seems , Just as the light or fancy strikes the eye . Even the very sheep , which graze hard by , So blend their fleeces with the misty ...
... dreams , You scarce can see the banks which round it lie ; That withered trunk , a tree or shepherd seems , Just as the light or fancy strikes the eye . Even the very sheep , which graze hard by , So blend their fleeces with the misty ...
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... But with white foot timing the drum's deep beat ; And , when again she on her pillow dozes , Dreams how she'll dance that tune ' mong Summer's sweetest roses . SUMMER MORNING . 37 XVII . So let her dream 36 UNDER GREEN LEAVES . " 66.
... But with white foot timing the drum's deep beat ; And , when again she on her pillow dozes , Dreams how she'll dance that tune ' mong Summer's sweetest roses . SUMMER MORNING . 37 XVII . So let her dream 36 UNDER GREEN LEAVES . " 66.
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... dream , even as beauty should ! Let the white plumes athwart her slumbers sway ! Why should I steep their swaling snow in blood , Or bid her think of battle's grim array ? Truth will too soon her blinding star display , And like a ...
... dream , even as beauty should ! Let the white plumes athwart her slumbers sway ! Why should I steep their swaling snow in blood , Or bid her think of battle's grim array ? Truth will too soon her blinding star display , And like a ...
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Alfred Tennyson amid beauty beneath birds bless blossoms blue boughs bowers breath breeze bright brook busy Bee clouds Cuckoo daisies deep delight dewy dost doth earth ECHOING GREEN eyes fair flowers George Darley glad golden grass gray greenwood GRONGAR HILL grove happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie hither Joanna Bailie John Clare John Keats landscape lark leaves light linnet Little lamb lollie Lord Thurlow love good-morrow meadow meads merry mountain's murmuring Muse nest night NIGHT SONG nightingale nook o'er pipe Pluck primrose Robert Herrick round shade shepherd silver sing skies sleep soft SONG sound Spring star stream SUMMER MORNING sunny sweet thatch thee thou art thou busy thrush tree vale violets voice Wake wander weary wend wild Cherry-tree William Blake William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings woods
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Сторінка 30 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ! Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die.
Сторінка 96 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Сторінка 14 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Сторінка 94 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 84 - Evening IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Сторінка 26 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Сторінка 18 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Сторінка 75 - ... lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come, with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse ; Now, while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my song, Draw the...
Сторінка 18 - DAFFODILS FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Сторінка 5 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.