The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1854 - Всего страниц: 428 |
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... bear evidence of much depth of feeling of this kind . The German scholars are understood to have been the first to broach this opinion - the first to point out the fact , and to , comment on what appears a singular inconsistency . " If ...
... bear evidence of much depth of feeling of this kind . The German scholars are understood to have been the first to broach this opinion - the first to point out the fact , and to , comment on what appears a singular inconsistency . " If ...
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... bear to be generally read - much against which we are justly cau- tioned . But the grossness with which he is reproached must have been rather the fault of the age to which he belonged , than of the man himself , for the passages open ...
... bear to be generally read - much against which we are justly cau- tioned . But the grossness with which he is reproached must have been rather the fault of the age to which he belonged , than of the man himself , for the passages open ...
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... Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the bee some sages have assign'd A portion of the God , and heavenly mind ; For God goes forth , and spreads throughout the whole ...
... Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the bee some sages have assign'd A portion of the God , and heavenly mind ; For God goes forth , and spreads throughout the whole ...
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... all the varied human flowers we meet , In the wide garden of humanity ; And like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nectar there . ANNE C. LYNCH . III . Spring . ILES FLETCHER is one of the THE 61 BEE .
... all the varied human flowers we meet , In the wide garden of humanity ; And like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nectar there . ANNE C. LYNCH . III . Spring . ILES FLETCHER is one of the THE 61 BEE .
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... bear in mind that he wrote half a century before Milton . In fact , " Christ's Victory and Triumph " was , at the time it appeared , the finest sacred poem of any length in our language ; it is full of a jubilant poet- ical eloquence ...
... bear in mind that he wrote half a century before Milton . In fact , " Christ's Victory and Triumph " was , at the time it appeared , the finest sacred poem of any length in our language ; it is full of a jubilant poet- ical eloquence ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth Duke of Orleans earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh garden GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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Стр. 82 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Стр. 96 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Стр. 400 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Стр. 168 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Стр. 174 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Стр. 105 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 168 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Стр. 412 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Стр. 209 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Стр. 96 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...