Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 sider |
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Side 35
... gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where , on thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds ...
... gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where , on thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds ...
Side 37
... give . The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play , The long summer's day in contentment they spend ; But happier I , if in God's holy way , I try to walk always , with Christ for my friend . M. L. DUNCAN . 38 THE CUCKOO . THE ...
... give . The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play , The long summer's day in contentment they spend ; But happier I , if in God's holy way , I try to walk always , with Christ for my friend . M. L. DUNCAN . 38 THE CUCKOO . THE ...
Side 39
... Gives warning that her time for flight is come . Thus ever journeying on , from land to land , She , sole of all the innumerous feathered tribes , Passes a stranger's life , without a home . GRAHAME . 39 THE BLACKBIRD WHEN snowdrops die ...
... Gives warning that her time for flight is come . Thus ever journeying on , from land to land , She , sole of all the innumerous feathered tribes , Passes a stranger's life , without a home . GRAHAME . 39 THE BLACKBIRD WHEN snowdrops die ...
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... Gives vigor to her wings . Another soon Strains after to support the bold attack , Perhaps a third . As in some winding creek , On proud Iberia's shore , the corsairs sly Lurk waiting to surprise a British sail , Full freighted from ...
... Gives vigor to her wings . Another soon Strains after to support the bold attack , Perhaps a third . As in some winding creek , On proud Iberia's shore , the corsairs sly Lurk waiting to surprise a British sail , Full freighted from ...
Side 55
... gives a loose to rage : Nor wants he long the means ; the hern fatigued , Borne down by numbers yields , and prone on earth He drops : his cruel foes wheeling around Insult at will . The vengeful falconer flies Swift as an arrow ...
... gives a loose to rage : Nor wants he long the means ; the hern fatigued , Borne down by numbers yields , and prone on earth He drops : his cruel foes wheeling around Insult at will . The vengeful falconer flies Swift as an arrow ...
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Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1865 |
Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1866 |
Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1867 |
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AUGUST azure beauty birds bloom blossoms bower breast bright brook buds charm cheer CLIFTON HILL clouds Colin CUCKOO Cuddie DAFFODILS decked delight dewy doth DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE dwell earth ENGLISH SCENERY fair falcon Flow gently fragrant fresh glowing grass gray green grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hern Hey ho hill lambs lark leaves LESSONS OF SPRING LOVE IN IDLENESS maid mede morning MOUNTAIN DAISY Nature's nest nightingale nosegay o'er OCTOBER TWILIGHT peace Perigot plain pleasant PRAISE AND THANKSGIVING primrose QUEEN MAB red you beware rills rose round Rovde rural shade shepheard showers sight sing SKYLARK smile soft song soothe sound SPRING HAS CLAD stream SUMMER PLEASURES swain sweet Afton tell thee thine thou art THRUSH tree vale violet WALK wandering waving weep wild Willie willows wind wing woods youth
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Side 24 - 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.
Side 55 - Up with me ! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! . . ..:. Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
Side 41 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Side 20 - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee, of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect, happy thou ! Dost neither age nor winter know; But, when thou'st drunk, and danc'd, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Side 26 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Side 91 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 50 - Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet ? Or brought a kiss From that Sweet-heart, to this? — No, no, this sorrow shown By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read, That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.
Side 26 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Side 24 - 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. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Side 47 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!