Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 sider |
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Side 56
... as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver , Joy and jollity be with us both ! Alas ! my journey , rugged and uneven , Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind ; RUTH . 57 But hearing thee , or others of.
... as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver , Joy and jollity be with us both ! Alas ! my journey , rugged and uneven , Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind ; RUTH . 57 But hearing thee , or others of.
Side 82
... river flows , Wearing the shadow of thy line , The gloom of alder - boughs ; And in the midst , a richer hue , One gliding vein of heaven's own blue . And there but low sweet sounds are heard- The whisper of the reed , The plashing ...
... river flows , Wearing the shadow of thy line , The gloom of alder - boughs ; And in the midst , a richer hue , One gliding vein of heaven's own blue . And there but low sweet sounds are heard- The whisper of the reed , The plashing ...
Side 83
... river wandered quietly , Its smooth waves only cut by the light barks Of fishers , and but darkened by the shade The willows flung , when to the southern wind They threw their long green tresses . On the slope 83 84 THE CHANGED HOME ...
... river wandered quietly , Its smooth waves only cut by the light barks Of fishers , and but darkened by the shade The willows flung , when to the southern wind They threw their long green tresses . On the slope 83 84 THE CHANGED HOME ...
Side 84
... river , And barges sullied the once dew - clear stream . Where were the willows , where the cottages ? I sought my home ; I sought and found a city , — Alas ! for the green valley ! LANDON . A SUMMER DAY . 85 A SUMMER DAY . WHAN.
... river , And barges sullied the once dew - clear stream . Where were the willows , where the cottages ? I sought my home ; I sought and found a city , — Alas ! for the green valley ! LANDON . A SUMMER DAY . 85 A SUMMER DAY . WHAN.
Side 85
... river forth I gan costay , Of water clere as birell or cristall , Till at the last , I found a little way Toward a parke , enclosed with a wall In compace rounde , and by a gate small Who so that would might freely gone Into this parke ...
... river forth I gan costay , Of water clere as birell or cristall , Till at the last , I found a little way Toward a parke , enclosed with a wall In compace rounde , and by a gate small Who so that would might freely gone Into this parke ...
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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 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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
Populære avsnitt
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!