Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 Seiten |
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... weep to see You haste away so soone ; As yet the early - rising sun Has not attained his noone : Stay , stay , Until the hastening day Has run But to the even - song ; And , having prayed together , we Will goe with you along ! We have ...
... weep to see You haste away so soone ; As yet the early - rising sun Has not attained his noone : Stay , stay , Until the hastening day Has run But to the even - song ; And , having prayed together , we Will goe with you along ! We have ...
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... weep for her who in the cold grave lies ! BOWLES . TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY . ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH . WEE , modest , crimson - tipped flower Thou'st met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ...
... weep for her who in the cold grave lies ! BOWLES . TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY . ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH . WEE , modest , crimson - tipped flower Thou'st met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ...
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... weep , sweet babes ? Can tears Speak griefe in you , Who were but borne , Just as the modest morne Teemed her refreshing dew ? Alas ! you have not known that shower That marres a flower ; Nor felt th ' unkind Breath of a blasting wind ...
... weep , sweet babes ? Can tears Speak griefe in you , Who were but borne , Just as the modest morne Teemed her refreshing dew ? Alas ! you have not known that shower That marres a flower ; Nor felt th ' unkind Breath of a blasting wind ...
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... weeps her fate ; he meditates revenge , He storms , he foams , he gives a loose to rage : Nor wants he long the means ; the hern fatigued , Borne down by numbers yields , and prone on earth He drops : his cruel foes wheeling around ...
... weeps her fate ; he meditates revenge , He storms , he foams , he gives a loose to rage : Nor wants he long the means ; the hern fatigued , Borne down by numbers yields , and prone on earth He drops : his cruel foes wheeling around ...
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... weeps over the lea , The sweet - scented birk shades my Mary and me . Thy crystal stream , Afton , how lovely it glides , And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave , As gathering sweet ...
... weeps over the lea , The sweet - scented birk shades my Mary and me . Thy crystal stream , Afton , how lovely it glides , And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave , As gathering sweet ...
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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!