Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 sider |
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... begin to think or look upon the beautiful world in which they live . In a word , he has attempted to put together a work that shall do good , as well as afford pleasure ; -stir the memories of those who think that happiness is only to ...
... begin to think or look upon the beautiful world in which they live . In a word , he has attempted to put together a work that shall do good , as well as afford pleasure ; -stir the memories of those who think that happiness is only to ...
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... begin to sing ; the wren also pipes her perennial lay " even among the flakes of snow ; the titmouse pulls straw out of the thatch in search of insects ; linnets congregate , and rooks resort to their nest - trees ; pullets begin to lay ...
... begin to sing ; the wren also pipes her perennial lay " even among the flakes of snow ; the titmouse pulls straw out of the thatch in search of insects ; linnets congregate , and rooks resort to their nest - trees ; pullets begin to lay ...
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... Begin then to chuse , This night as ye use , Who shall for the present delight here ; Be a king by the lot , And who shall not Be Twelfth - day queen for the night here . " Which known , let us make Joy - sops with the cake ; And let ...
... Begin then to chuse , This night as ye use , Who shall for the present delight here ; Be a king by the lot , And who shall not Be Twelfth - day queen for the night here . " Which known , let us make Joy - sops with the cake ; And let ...
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... begin to appear . The woodlark sings ; the thrush , the chaffinch , and the blackbird follow ; rooks pair - geese lay ; and buds are seen on the early shrubs . The song of the yellow - hammer is also heard ; and the redbreast yet ...
... begin to appear . The woodlark sings ; the thrush , the chaffinch , and the blackbird follow ; rooks pair - geese lay ; and buds are seen on the early shrubs . The song of the yellow - hammer is also heard ; and the redbreast yet ...
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... begin to come forward , they quit the gooseberry , and make tremendous havoc with these . I have an early wall - cherry , a mayduke by reputation , that has for years been a great fa- vourite with the bullfinch family , and its ...
... begin to come forward , they quit the gooseberry , and make tremendous havoc with these . I have an early wall - cherry , a mayduke by reputation , that has for years been a great fa- vourite with the bullfinch family , and its ...
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appearance autumn banks beautiful bees beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs branches breath bright buds chaffinch Christmas clouds colours cowslip cuckoo daisies dark deep delight dogs earth eyes feel feet fieldfares fields flowers foliage forest fragrance garden gaze gipsies grass green hand happy hath head heard heart heath heaven hedge heigh-ho hills hive Idlesse insects Izaak Walton Julius Cæsar labour leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lincolnshire look Maid Marian May-pole meadows merry month morning murmur Nabal Nature nest never night o'er pleasant pleasure poetry purple quadrupeds queen rich ringdove Robin Hood rose round says scene scenery season seems seen shade sheep-shearing sight silent singing sleep song sound spring stone-curlew stream summer sweet thee thou throws titmouse trees valleys voice walk wander waving weather wild wind wings winter Woodcock woods yellow young
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Side 175 - 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, Cluster'd 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.
Side 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Side 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Side 174 - Ode to a Nightingale 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: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Side 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Side 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Side 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Side 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Side 283 - 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. It is the hush of night...