The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - Всего страниц: 428 |
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... Wood Notes 205 An Old Oak .. 198 A Pine - Forest . 207 Yardley Oak ....... 198 A Wood in Winter 208 The Groaning Elm of Badesley .. 200 " Leaves have their Time to Fall " .... 208 Yew - Trees ... 201 Sonnet ..... 209 Lines .. 202 Lines ...
... Wood Notes 205 An Old Oak .. 198 A Pine - Forest . 207 Yardley Oak ....... 198 A Wood in Winter 208 The Groaning Elm of Badesley .. 200 " Leaves have their Time to Fall " .... 208 Yew - Trees ... 201 Sonnet ..... 209 Lines .. 202 Lines ...
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... Woods .. 880 ......... XXI . Medley . A Wish ... 338 A Thanksgiving for his House ... 338 A Country Life .. 334 The Stranger on the Sill . 889 Of Building . 334 The Invitation ... 840 Of Building .. 336 Icelandic Lines .. 841 The Wish ...
... Woods .. 880 ......... XXI . Medley . A Wish ... 338 A Thanksgiving for his House ... 338 A Country Life .. 334 The Stranger on the Sill . 889 Of Building . 334 The Invitation ... 840 Of Building .. 336 Icelandic Lines .. 841 The Wish ...
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... Woods in Winter .. 394 Winter The Seasons 395 The Shield of Achilles An Italian Moon .. Italian Song .. The Creation of the Earth . Earth . 401 A Farm Scene in Portugal .. 402 From " The Lusiad " 403 Paradise Lines 404 Nature Teaching ...
... Woods in Winter .. 394 Winter The Seasons 395 The Shield of Achilles An Italian Moon .. Italian Song .. The Creation of the Earth . Earth . 401 A Farm Scene in Portugal .. 402 From " The Lusiad " 403 Paradise Lines 404 Nature Teaching ...
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... wood , rather for the purpose of affording greater relief to the figures in the foreground than of enduing the sketch of these feat- ures of the earth with any charm or importance in itself . But it is quite impossible to believe for a ...
... wood , rather for the purpose of affording greater relief to the figures in the foreground than of enduing the sketch of these feat- ures of the earth with any charm or importance in itself . But it is quite impossible to believe for a ...
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... woods , and a fine , extensive water view over one of their great rivers , are especially referred to . Lieu - Tschew , another ancient writer of theirs , dwells at length on the sub- ject of pleasure - grounds , for which he gives ...
... woods , and a fine , extensive water view over one of their great rivers , are especially referred to . Lieu - Tschew , another ancient writer of theirs , dwells at length on the sub- ject of pleasure - grounds , for which he gives ...
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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.