Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1865 - 128 Seiten |
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... dewy Morning's gentle wine ! Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant cup does fill ; ' Tis filled wherever thou dost tread , Nature's self's thy Ganymede , Thou dost drink , and dance , and sing , Happier than the happiest king ...
... dewy Morning's gentle wine ! Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant cup does fill ; ' Tis filled wherever thou dost tread , Nature's self's thy Ganymede , Thou dost drink , and dance , and sing , Happier than the happiest king ...
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... dewy fields I take my frequent way , Where I behold the farmer's early care In the revolving labors of the year . When the fresh Spring in all her state is crowned , And high luxuriant grass o'erspreads the ground , The laborer with a ...
... dewy fields I take my frequent way , Where I behold the farmer's early care In the revolving labors of the year . When the fresh Spring in all her state is crowned , And high luxuriant grass o'erspreads the ground , The laborer with a ...
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... dewy ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To the last point of vision , and beyond , Mount , daring warbler ! —that love - prompted strain ( ' Twixt thee and thine ...
... dewy ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To the last point of vision , and beyond , Mount , daring warbler ! —that love - prompted strain ( ' Twixt thee and thine ...
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... dewy eve Diffusing odors : nor unnoted pass The sycamore , capricious in attire , Now green , now tawny , and , ere autumn yet Have changed the woods , in scarlet honors bright . O'er these , but far beyond ( a spacious map Of hill and ...
... dewy eve Diffusing odors : nor unnoted pass The sycamore , capricious in attire , Now green , now tawny , and , ere autumn yet Have changed the woods , in scarlet honors bright . O'er these , but far beyond ( a spacious map Of hill and ...
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... dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's ...
... dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
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 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...
Seite 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...
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 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.
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 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.
Seite 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.