Woodnotes, for all seasons [an anthology].1842 |
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... the spring with her blossoms appear In sunny - clad beauty , to waken the song Of the sweet - throated warblers the forest among , And the nest of my fav'rite to cheer . THE WOUNDED EAGLE . Mrs. Hemans . EAGLE ! this 2 WOODNOTES .
... the spring with her blossoms appear In sunny - clad beauty , to waken the song Of the sweet - throated warblers the forest among , And the nest of my fav'rite to cheer . THE WOUNDED EAGLE . Mrs. Hemans . EAGLE ! this 2 WOODNOTES .
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... cheer thee , Be destroy'd by such a guest . Little flutterer ! swiftly flying , Here is none to harm thee near ; Kite , nor hawk , nor school - boy prying , Little flutterer ! cease to fear . TO THE CURLEW . St. Pierre . SOOTHED by the ...
... cheer thee , Be destroy'd by such a guest . Little flutterer ! swiftly flying , Here is none to harm thee near ; Kite , nor hawk , nor school - boy prying , Little flutterer ! cease to fear . TO THE CURLEW . St. Pierre . SOOTHED by the ...
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... May the day - spring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Cheer me with its vital ray , Promise of eternal day . H ON THE NIGHTINGALE'S DEPARTURE . Charlotte Smith . SWEET poet WOODNOTES . 97 To the Morning Lark Mrs Opie.
... May the day - spring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Cheer me with its vital ray , Promise of eternal day . H ON THE NIGHTINGALE'S DEPARTURE . Charlotte Smith . SWEET poet WOODNOTES . 97 To the Morning Lark Mrs Opie.
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... cheer thee ; On soft sails recline thy head , Sleep , and fear no danger near thee . So when kindly winds shall speed us To the land we wish to see , Then , sweet captive , thou shalt leave us , Then amidst the groves be free . Bryant ...
... cheer thee ; On soft sails recline thy head , Sleep , and fear no danger near thee . So when kindly winds shall speed us To the land we wish to see , Then , sweet captive , thou shalt leave us , Then amidst the groves be free . Bryant ...
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... gane To life's last goal ; For still he makes his woeful mane , To cheer thy soul . The muirland herd was oft thy fear , As he thy haunts did wander near , At even dark ; Nae mair the foxes ' yelp thou'lt hear , Or WOODNOTES . " 133.
... gane To life's last goal ; For still he makes his woeful mane , To cheer thy soul . The muirland herd was oft thy fear , As he thy haunts did wander near , At even dark ; Nae mair the foxes ' yelp thou'lt hear , Or WOODNOTES . " 133.
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art thou Barry Cornwall billow blest Blue Bird boughs bowers breast breeze bright brood Carrion Crow Charlotte Smith cheer cloud CUCKOO CURLEW dark delight dewy doth drest earth fair farewell feather'd flight flits flowers flutterer gale gentle gibbet glow GOLDFINCH green grove hail Hark hath hear heard heart heaven Horned Owl Linnet lonely love good morrow lovest minstrelsy morning mossy Neath nest night Nightingale noontide notes o'er PARROT pensive perch'd Petrel pinions plumage plumes Reckless thou rest rill ROBIN REDBREAST rock'd rude school-boy sequester'd shade sing skies Skylark soft song soothe sorrow soul spray spring stormy STORMY PETREL strain stream summer sunshine Swallow sweet bird tempests thee thine thou art Thou merry Lark thou shalt thrush thy wing tree vale vernal voice wandering warbling warm waves wild wind winter woods young
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Seite 101 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 45 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Seite 43 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 25 - ... Most musical, most melancholy"* bird ! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man, whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch ! filled all things with himself And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit...
Seite 45 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Seite 29 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Seite 44 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Seite 102 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 11 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Seite 120 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.