Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., EtcButler, 1864 - 128 páginas |
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... 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 . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er ...
... 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 . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er ...
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... wild brink of the stream , As with the song of joyance and of hope The hedge - rows shall ring loud , and on the slope The poplars sparkle on the transient beam , The shrubs and laurels which I love to tend , Thinking their May - tide ...
... wild brink of the stream , As with the song of joyance and of hope The hedge - rows shall ring loud , and on the slope The poplars sparkle on the transient beam , The shrubs and laurels which I love to tend , Thinking their May - tide ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... wild : Whene'er I view thy genial scenes , Thy waving woods , embroidered greens , What fires within my bosom wake , How glows my mind the reed to take ! What charms like thine the muse can call , With whom ' tis youth and laughter all ...
... wild : Whene'er I view thy genial scenes , Thy waving woods , embroidered greens , What fires within my bosom wake , How glows my mind the reed to take ! What charms like thine the muse can call , With whom ' tis youth and laughter all ...
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... wild Conceit , already plumes the dying bird . Up springs the hern , redoubling every stroke , Conscious of danger , stretches far away With busy pennons and projected beak , FIELD SPORTS . Piercing th ' opponent clouds : the.
... wild Conceit , already plumes the dying bird . Up springs the hern , redoubling every stroke , Conscious of danger , stretches far away With busy pennons and projected beak , FIELD SPORTS . Piercing th ' opponent clouds : the.
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Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1865 |
Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1866 |
Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1867 |
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 91 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!