The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 sider |
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... soft col- 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 to wonder that poets so great should not have delighted more ...
... soft col- 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 to wonder that poets so great should not have delighted more ...
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... soft , Causing the ground fele times and oft , Up for to give many an wholsome aire , And every plaine was clothed faire With new greene , and maketh small floures To springen here and there in field and in mede , So very good and ...
... soft , Causing the ground fele times and oft , Up for to give many an wholsome aire , And every plaine was clothed faire With new greene , and maketh small floures To springen here and there in field and in mede , So very good and ...
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... Soft in his reign , the notes of love resound , And pleasure's rosy cup goes freely round . Here on the bank which mantling vines o'ershade , Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! May this rude lay , from age to age remain ...
... Soft in his reign , the notes of love resound , And pleasure's rosy cup goes freely round . Here on the bank which mantling vines o'ershade , Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! May this rude lay , from age to age remain ...
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... soft herbage seems Spread for a place of banquets and of dreams . Thou , who alone art fair , And whom alone I love , art far away : Unless thy smile be there , It makes me sad to see the earth so gay : I care not if the train Of leaves ...
... soft herbage seems Spread for a place of banquets and of dreams . Thou , who alone art fair , And whom alone I love , art far away : Unless thy smile be there , It makes me sad to see the earth so gay : I care not if the train Of leaves ...
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... soft meadows starred with opening buds , In tears and blushes sighs herself away , And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May . O. W. HOLMES . SPRING . FROM THE ITALIAN OF PETRARCH The soft west 78 SPRING . Spring Scene.
... soft meadows starred with opening buds , In tears and blushes sighs herself away , And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May . O. W. HOLMES . SPRING . FROM THE ITALIAN OF PETRARCH The soft west 78 SPRING . Spring Scene.
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Side 386 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Side 85 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Side 76 - 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.
Side 86 - 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 39 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Side 154 - 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...
Side 85 - 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.
Side 190 - 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.
Side 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.