The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - Всего страниц: 428 Contains 5 poems by Wordsworth. |
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... out and climb the highest of all the Alps , or stand beside the trackless , ever - moving sea or look over the broad , unpeopled prairie , and tell us whence it is that the human spirit is so deeply moved 28 INTRODUCTION .
... out and climb the highest of all the Alps , or stand beside the trackless , ever - moving sea or look over the broad , unpeopled prairie , and tell us whence it is that the human spirit is so deeply moved 28 INTRODUCTION .
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... tell us where all human hopes should center . Happily , in spite of the eagerness with which our people throw themselves upon every rallying point of excitement , they are by no means wanting in feeling for a country life . It is true ...
... tell us where all human hopes should center . Happily , in spite of the eagerness with which our people throw themselves upon every rallying point of excitement , they are by no means wanting in feeling for a country life . It is true ...
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... stream . The everlasting hills the ancient woods - these are his monuments - these tell him of the past , and not a seed drops from his hand but prophesies of the future . The influences which surround the 32 INTRODUCTION .
... stream . The everlasting hills the ancient woods - these are his monuments - these tell him of the past , and not a seed drops from his hand but prophesies of the future . The influences which surround the 32 INTRODUCTION .
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... tell aright Their great beauty , it lieth not in my might , Ne their array ; neverthelesse I shall Tell you a part , though I speake not of all . The surcotes white of velvet wele sitting , They were in cladde ; and the semes echone ...
... tell aright Their great beauty , it lieth not in my might , Ne their array ; neverthelesse I shall Tell you a part , though I speake not of all . The surcotes white of velvet wele sitting , They were in cladde ; and the semes echone ...
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... tell me , What that these knightes be in rich armour , And what tho be in grene and weare the flour ? " And why that some did reverence to that tre , And some unto the plot of floures faire ? " " With right good will my fair doughter ...
... tell me , What that these knightes be in rich armour , And what tho be in grene and weare the flour ? " And why that some did reverence to that tre , And some unto the plot of floures faire ? " " With right good will my fair doughter ...
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Æneid ayen beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld blooming blossoms boughs bowers breath bright buds chapelets charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green grene Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hills hour hues Itylus lady lark laurer leaf leaves light living look Lord mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER plain pleasant pleasure poet rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE season shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wake wandering waves 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.