Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1865 - 128 Seiten |
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... HAPPY insect ! what can be In happiness compared to thee ? Fed with nourishment divine , The dewy Morning's gentle wine ! Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant cup does fill ; ' Tis filled wherever thou dost tread , Nature's ...
... HAPPY insect ! what can be In happiness compared to thee ? Fed with nourishment divine , The dewy Morning's gentle wine ! Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant cup does fill ; ' Tis filled wherever thou dost tread , Nature's ...
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... Happy insect ! happy thou , Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flowery leaves among , ( Voluptuous , and wise withal , Epicurean animal ! ) Sated with thy summer feast , Thou ...
... Happy insect ! happy thou , Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flowery leaves among , ( Voluptuous , and wise withal , Epicurean animal ! ) Sated with thy summer feast , Thou ...
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... 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 drink of the waters , so peaceful ...
... 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 drink of the waters , so peaceful ...
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... Happy assumes possession of her home ; While he , upon a neighboring tree , his lay , More richly full , melodiously renews . When twice seven days have run , the moment snatch , That she has flitted off her charge , to cool IIer ...
... Happy assumes possession of her home ; While he , upon a neighboring tree , his lay , More richly full , melodiously renews . When twice seven days have run , the moment snatch , That she has flitted off her charge , to cool IIer ...
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... happy now , with freedom share The common joy . The shepherd - boy forgets His bleating care ; the laboring hind lets fall His grain unsown ; in transport lost , he robs Th ' expecting furrow , and in wild amaze The gazing village point ...
... happy now , with freedom share The common joy . The shepherd - boy forgets His bleating care ; the laboring hind lets fall His grain unsown ; in transport lost , he robs Th ' expecting furrow , and in wild amaze The gazing village point ...
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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.