Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., Etc. ...E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 128 Seiten |
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... day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim , Musical cherub , soar , singing away ! Then , when the gloaming comes , Low in the heather blooms , 36 SUNRISE . Sweet will thy welcome and bed of THE SKYLARK, GOULD, HOGG,
... day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim , Musical cherub , soar , singing away ! Then , when the gloaming comes , Low in the heather blooms , 36 SUNRISE . Sweet will thy welcome and bed of THE SKYLARK, GOULD, HOGG,
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... comes Humming those waifs of song June's choral days Left in the forest , but thy tuneless lips Breathe only a pervading haze , that seems Visible silence , and thy Sabbath face Scares swart November , from yon northern hills Foreboding ...
... comes Humming those waifs of song June's choral days Left in the forest , but thy tuneless lips Breathe only a pervading haze , that seems Visible silence , and thy Sabbath face Scares swart November , from yon northern hills Foreboding ...
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... Their horns in playful war . Roads climb the hills , Divide the forests , and break off , abrupt , At the horizon ; hither , from below There comes a sound of lumbering , jarring wheels . Devereux . པ་ སྨཱ MC Goffint . The labourer I.
... Their horns in playful war . Roads climb the hills , Divide the forests , and break off , abrupt , At the horizon ; hither , from below There comes a sound of lumbering , jarring wheels . Devereux . པ་ སྨཱ MC Goffint . The labourer I.
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... comes to lave , At noon , his panting breast ; ' Tis not the bittern by the wave Seeking her sedgy nest ; The air is filled with summer's breath , The young flowers laugh - yet look ! ' tis death ! THE CHANGED HOME . But if , where ...
... comes to lave , At noon , his panting breast ; ' Tis not the bittern by the wave Seeking her sedgy nest ; The air is filled with summer's breath , The young flowers laugh - yet look ! ' tis death ! THE CHANGED HOME . But if , where ...
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... comes the beauteous summer time , And grass grows green once more , And sparkling brooks the meadows lave With fertilizing power ; And when the birds rejoicing sing Their pleasant songs again , Filling the vales and woodlands gay With ...
... comes the beauteous summer time , And grass grows green once more , And sparkling brooks the meadows lave With fertilizing power ; And when the birds rejoicing sing Their pleasant songs again , Filling the vales and woodlands gay With ...
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beauty birdes song birds bloom blossoms bower breast bright brook brooklet buds CHANGED HOME charm cheer clere CLIFTON HILL clouds Colin cottage Cuddie delight dewy dost doth DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE dwell earth ENGLISH SCENERY fair falcon field Flow gently flowers fragrant fresh glowing gold grass gray green grene grove happy hath heart heaven hern Hey ho hill hour lambs lark leaves LESSONS OF SPRING LOVE IN IDLENESS maid mede morning MOUNTAIN DAISY Nature's nest nightingale o'er Perigot Phebus plain primrose QUEEN MAB red you beware reed-pipe rills round Rovde rural shade shepheard showers sing SKYLARK smile soft song soul sound SPRING HAS CLAD stream SUMMER DAY swain sweet Afton tell thee thine thou art tree vale violet WALK wandering waters wave wild Willie willow springing willows willows green wind wing wont woods youth
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Seite 27 - 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; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
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 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 92 - 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 flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Seite 28 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip 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 46 - O clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid. Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd. And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
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 - 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 35 - BIRD of the wilderness. Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea ! Emblem of happiness. Blest is thy dwelling-place™ Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.
Seite 23 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles...