Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 Seiten |
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... thought Devised the weatherhouse , that useful toy ! Fearless of humid air and gathering rains , Forth steps the man - an emblem of myself ! More delicate , his timorous mate retires . When Winter soaks the fields , and female feet ...
... thought Devised the weatherhouse , that useful toy ! Fearless of humid air and gathering rains , Forth steps the man - an emblem of myself ! More delicate , his timorous mate retires . When Winter soaks the fields , and female feet ...
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... tranquil and secure . Vain thought ! the dweller in that still retreat Dearly obtains the refuge it affords . Its elevated site forbids the wretch To drink sweet waters of the crystal well ; 30 ENGLISH SCENERY . He dips his bowl into the.
... tranquil and secure . Vain thought ! the dweller in that still retreat Dearly obtains the refuge it affords . Its elevated site forbids the wretch To drink sweet waters of the crystal well ; 30 ENGLISH SCENERY . He dips his bowl into the.
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... thought little lambs must be happy all day . And when I remember the beautiful psalm , That tells about Christ and his pastures so green ; I know He is willing to make me his lamb , And happier far than the lambs I have seen . If I ...
... thought little lambs must be happy all day . And when I remember the beautiful psalm , That tells about Christ and his pastures so green ; I know He is willing to make me his lamb , And happier far than the lambs I have seen . If I ...
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... thought , When such are wanted . Be violets in their sacred mews The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose ; Proud be the rose , with rains and dews Her head impearling ; Thou livest with less ambitious aim , Yet hast not gone without thy ...
... thought , When such are wanted . Be violets in their sacred mews The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose ; Proud be the rose , with rains and dews Her head impearling ; Thou livest with less ambitious aim , Yet hast not gone without thy ...
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... wood - pigeon's note Made music that sweetened the calm . Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart , little wildings of June : Of old ruinous castles ye tell , 66 FIELD FLOWERS . Where I thought it delightful ...
... wood - pigeon's note Made music that sweetened the calm . Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart , little wildings of June : Of old ruinous castles ye tell , 66 FIELD FLOWERS . Where I thought it delightful ...
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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!