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The rhyme and reason of country life, or, Selections from fields old and new
Volledige weergave - 1854
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life: Or, Selections from Fields Old and New
Volledige weergave - 1855
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New
Susan Fenimore Cooper
Volledige weergave - 1855
Alfred Tennyson amid autumn beauty beneath birds bloom blossoms blow boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds charms Chaucer cheerful clouds cuckoo dance dark deep delight dost doth earth fair Fairlop FEOM 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 Milton Katydid leaf leaves light living look meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poets purple rich rill river rock rose round shade shine sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet tempests thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation trees unto vale voice wandering waters wave wild William Gilpin William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods youth
Pagina 406 - 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...
Pagina 96 - 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.
Pagina 106 - 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.
Pagina 59 - 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...
Pagina 174 - 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...
Pagina 105 - 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.
Pagina 209 - 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.
Pagina 96 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...