"Under Green Leaves.": A Book of Rural PoemsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce & Huntington, 1865 - 96 стор. |
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... heads , As if in heartsome cheer : They spake unto these little things , " " Tis merry living here ! " Oh , how my heart ran o'er with joy ! I saw that all was good , And how we might glean up delight All round us , if we would ! And ...
... heads , As if in heartsome cheer : They spake unto these little things , " " Tis merry living here ! " Oh , how my heart ran o'er with joy ! I saw that all was good , And how we might glean up delight All round us , if we would ! And ...
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... head , With brightest sunshine round me spread , Of Spring's unclouded weather- In this sequestered nook , how sweet To sit upon my orchard - seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . 27 One ...
... head , With brightest sunshine round me spread , Of Spring's unclouded weather- In this sequestered nook , how sweet To sit upon my orchard - seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . 27 One ...
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... heads in lowly gratitude . III . From Nature's old cathedral sweetly ring The wild - bird choirs - burst of the woodland band , Green - hooded Nuns , who mid the blossoms sing ; Their leafy temple , gloomy , tall , and grand , Pillar'd ...
... heads in lowly gratitude . III . From Nature's old cathedral sweetly ring The wild - bird choirs - burst of the woodland band , Green - hooded Nuns , who mid the blossoms sing ; Their leafy temple , gloomy , tall , and grand , Pillar'd ...
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... head doth show , Another half shakes off the smoky blue , Just where the dusty gold streams through the heavy dew : IX . And there the hidden river lingering dreams , You scarce can see the banks which round it lie ; That withered trunk ...
... head doth show , Another half shakes off the smoky blue , Just where the dusty gold streams through the heavy dew : IX . And there the hidden river lingering dreams , You scarce can see the banks which round it lie ; That withered trunk ...
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... head ; And where a plank bridges the narrow brook She stops to see her fair form shadowèd . The stream reflects her cloak of russet red ; Below she sees the trees and deep - blue sky , The flowers which downward look in that clear bed ...
... head ; And where a plank bridges the narrow brook She stops to see her fair form shadowèd . The stream reflects her cloak of russet red ; Below she sees the trees and deep - blue sky , The flowers which downward look in that clear bed ...
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Under Green Leaves: William Shakespeare, William Blake, John Keats, Mary ... Richard Henry Stoddard Обмежений попередній перегляд - 2018 |
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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.