Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 Seiten |
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... rose , with rains and dews Her head impearling ; Thou livest with less ambitious aim , Yet hast not gone without thy fame ; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet's darling . 69 59 60 TO THE DAISY . If to a rock from.
... rose , with rains and dews Her head impearling ; Thou livest with less ambitious aim , Yet hast not gone without thy fame ; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet's darling . 69 59 60 TO THE DAISY . If to a rock from.
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... rose in azure band From earthly cell ; Nought else could I do , but stop and stand . And greet them well . " Welcome on earth's green breast again , Ye flowerets dear ! In spring how charming ' mid the grain Your heads ye rear ! THE ...
... rose in azure band From earthly cell ; Nought else could I do , but stop and stand . And greet them well . " Welcome on earth's green breast again , Ye flowerets dear ! In spring how charming ' mid the grain Your heads ye rear ! THE ...
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... rose , Pride of fragrant morning ; Garland meet for beauty's brows ; Hill and dale adorning ? - Gentle maid , the summer's fled , And the hapless rose is dead ! Bear me , then , to yonder rill , Late so freely flowing , ANON . 123 124 ...
... rose , Pride of fragrant morning ; Garland meet for beauty's brows ; Hill and dale adorning ? - Gentle maid , the summer's fled , And the hapless rose is dead ! Bear me , then , to yonder rill , Late so freely flowing , ANON . 123 124 ...
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... roses flaunting ; Loved resort of youth and maid , Amorous ditties chanting.— Hail the storm with fury shower ; Leafless ... Rose and violet , rill and plain , Sung in deftest measures ? — Maiden , swift life's vision flies , Death has ...
... roses flaunting ; Loved resort of youth and maid , Amorous ditties chanting.— Hail the storm with fury shower ; Leafless ... Rose and violet , rill and plain , Sung in deftest measures ? — Maiden , swift life's vision flies , Death has ...
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... rose , Make glad my gazing eyes . See ! God himself from heaven spreads Their table with the freshest green , And lovely maids , his angel band , Bear heaped dishes in . A laughing infant's sugar lip , Waked by the mother's kiss doth ...
... rose , Make glad my gazing eyes . See ! God himself from heaven spreads Their table with the freshest green , And lovely maids , his angel band , Bear heaped dishes in . A laughing infant's sugar lip , Waked by the mother's kiss doth ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 91 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!