The Poetry of NatureSampson Low, Marston, Low and Searle, 1875 - 72 pagina's |
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
actions learn ANDREW MARVEL antlers ARGYLESHIRE BARN-OWL BEN JONSON bird bloom blossom blow bold bough bower bright broom budding CHARLOTTE SMITH COOPER covert creature crested lark daisy doth e'en Eurus fern flowers gentle GILES FLETCHER grass green GREENAWAY EDMUND EVANS grey dawn grove HARE HARRISON WEIR hath hear heart heath HEATH-COCK Helvellyn hill HOWITT JOANNA BAILLIE JUNE DAY LAMBS AT PLAY leaps light lilies lonely mark'd mate meads MEASOM merry morning smile mountain Nature's nest new-dropp'd lamb NIGHTINGALE noon NYMPH'S DESCRIPTION o'er OLD SHEPHERD'S DOG pass'd Peeps rapid wing roses round savage place scarce scatter'd seem'd shade shepherd sight skies sly fox snow soft song sport Spring Squirrel sultry Summer sunny SWALLOW sweet thee thine thou thrushes Thy pearly Turtle-dove VILLAGE BOY watch'd WATER-LILY waves weary WILD DEER wind wood WOODNOTE wreath Wren YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY YOUNG ASS
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Pagina 10 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Pagina 58 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Pagina 68 - A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, 'Most musical, most melancholy
Pagina 27 - This lamentable tale I tell ! A lasting monument of words This wonder merits well The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog, had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place.
Pagina 26 - Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed ; Its motions, too, are wild and shy ; With something, as the Shepherd thinks, Unusual in its cry : Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height ; Nor shout, nor whistle strikes his ear ; What is the creature doing here ? It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps, till June, December's snow ; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn...
Pagina 27 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — And mists that spread the flying shroud; And sunbeams; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier holds it fast.
Pagina 69 - But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales ; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all — Stirring the air with such a harmony, That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day...
Pagina 26 - With something as the shepherd thinks, Unusual in its cry: Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height; Nor shout, nor whistle strikes his ear; What is the creature doing here ? It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps, till June, December's snow; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn below!
Pagina 10 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who. from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 30 In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Pagina 69 - Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud. Hath heard a pause of silence ; till the moon...