Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1865 - 128 sider |
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Side 43
... youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honeyed spring , And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim , Some show their gayly - gilded trim Quick - glancing to the sun . To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the ...
... youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honeyed spring , And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim , Some show their gayly - gilded trim Quick - glancing to the sun . To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the ...
Side 44
... youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone— We frolic while ' tis May GRAY . MAY . How shall I meet thee , Summer , wont to fill My heart with gladness , when thy pleasant tide First came , and on each coomb's romantic side ...
... youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone— We frolic while ' tis May GRAY . MAY . How shall I meet thee , Summer , wont to fill My heart with gladness , when thy pleasant tide First came , and on each coomb's romantic side ...
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... youth and laughter all ; With whom each field's a paradise , And all the globe a bower of bliss ! With thee conversing all the day , I meditate my lightsome lay . These pedant cloisters let me leave , To breathe my votive song at eve 22 ...
... youth and laughter all ; With whom each field's a paradise , And all the globe a bower of bliss ! With thee conversing all the day , I meditate my lightsome lay . These pedant cloisters let me leave , To breathe my votive song at eve 22 ...
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... youth from rock to rock I went , From hill to hill , in discontent Of pleasure high and turbulent , Most pleased when most uneasy ; But now my own delights I make , — My thirst at every rill can slake , And gladly Nature's love partake ...
... youth from rock to rock I went , From hill to hill , in discontent Of pleasure high and turbulent , Most pleased when most uneasy ; But now my own delights I make , — My thirst at every rill can slake , And gladly Nature's love partake ...
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... scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more , in life's passionless stage , With the visions of youth to revisit my age , And I wish you to grow on my tomb . CAMPBELL OCTOBER TWILIGHT . OH mute among the months , October.
... scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more , in life's passionless stage , With the visions of youth to revisit my age , And I wish you to grow on my tomb . CAMPBELL OCTOBER TWILIGHT . OH mute among the months , October.
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Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1864 |
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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azure beauty birds bloom blue bosom bower braes breast breathe bright brook buds charm cheer CLIFTON HILL clouds Colin cottage garden CUCKOO Cuddie DAISY decked delight dewy doth DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE dwell earth ENGLISH SCENERY fair falcon field Flow gently flowers fragrant fresh glowing grass gray green grove happy hath heart heaven hern Hey ho hill lambs lark leaves life's LOVE IN IDLENESS maid mede melody morning mountain MOUNTAIN DAISY Nature's nest nightingale nosegay o'er peace Perigot plain pleasant pleasure praise primrose QUEEN MAB red you beware rills round Rovde rural scenes shade shepheard showers sight silver sing SKYLARK smile soft song soothe soul sound stream summer swain sweet Afton tell thee thine thou art tree vale village violet WALK wandering waving weep wild Willie willows wind wing wont woods youth
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Side 24 - WISH 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 48 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
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 91 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Side 26 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds...
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 58 - ... Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell ; Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light That had else been all too bright.
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 27 - Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Side 57 - She stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.