The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - Всего страниц: 428 |
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... deep and intimate comprehension of nature is depicted in soft col- ors . Where , for instance , has the gentle play of the waves , or the stillness of night , been more happily described ? " The modern reader , however , is still left ...
... deep and intimate comprehension of nature is depicted in soft col- ors . Where , for instance , has the gentle play of the waves , or the stillness of night , been more happily described ? " The modern reader , however , is still left ...
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... deep impression of the goodness and majesty of the Divine Creator as revealed in his works . The Canticle of the Three Children , composed before the founda- tion of Rome , and which from the early ages of Christianity to the present ...
... deep impression of the goodness and majesty of the Divine Creator as revealed in his works . The Canticle of the Three Children , composed before the founda- tion of Rome , and which from the early ages of Christianity to the present ...
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... pools , or currents flow , Huge stones and willows ' mid the water throw ; That if a breeze across their passage sweep , And headlong drive the loiterer to the deep , On many a bridge the bee may safely stand , THE 55 BEE .
... pools , or currents flow , Huge stones and willows ' mid the water throw ; That if a breeze across their passage sweep , And headlong drive the loiterer to the deep , On many a bridge the bee may safely stand , THE 55 BEE .
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... deep fens that poison breathe , Thick fogs that float from bed of mud beneath , Caves from whose depth redoubled echoes rise , And rock on rock in circling shout replies . Now when the sun beneath the realms of night Dark winter drives ...
... deep fens that poison breathe , Thick fogs that float from bed of mud beneath , Caves from whose depth redoubled echoes rise , And rock on rock in circling shout replies . Now when the sun beneath the realms of night Dark winter drives ...
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... Deep calm succeeds , each laid within his cell , Where sleep and peace without a murmur dwell . If tempests low'r , or blustering Eurus sound , Prescient they creep their city walls around , Sip the pure rill that near their portal ...
... Deep calm succeeds , each laid within his cell , Where sleep and peace without a murmur dwell . If tempests low'r , or blustering Eurus sound , Prescient they creep their city walls around , Sip the pure rill that near their portal ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds dance dark deep delight dost doth earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light living look meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrushes Translation trees unto vale valleys vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Стр. 95 - 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. 136 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Стр. 402 - 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. 172 - 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. 207 - 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!
Стр. 95 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Стр. 165 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Стр. 166 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 192 - This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Стр. 141 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.