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Afton beautiful beneath birds breast breath bright brook calm cares clouds comes Corner deep doth dream Excelsior eyes fair fall fear feet fields flowers friends gentle gives gleam golden green grove half Halswelle hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit hills hope land leaves light live looks meet mind morning mountain mourn moved murmuring nature never night o'er passed Paterson pleased poor quiet rest RETURNING rich rise rose round Save scene shades silent silver sleeps smile snow soft song soul sound spirit Spring star stream summer sunny sweet tears thee things Thomson Thou thoughts trees turn twilight village voice walk wander waters wide wild wind winter woods young youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 120 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Side 135 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest: The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Side 46 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Side 135 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Side 59 - Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry, all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
Side 70 - SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.
Side 85 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Side 46 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Side 140 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Side 102 - Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great. Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than...
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Pen and pencil pictures from the poets |
| Forfatter | Pen and Pencil Pictures |
| Utgiver | W.P. Nimmo, 1866 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 3. aug 2006 |
| Lengde | 150 sider |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |