Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes, Etc., Etc. ...E. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 128 páginas |
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Página 107
... PERIGOT , CUDDie . WILLIE . Tell mee , Perigot , what shalbe the game , Wherefore with mine thou dare thy musick matche ? Or bene thy bagpypes renne1 farre out of frame ? Or hath the crampe thy ioynts benomd with ache ? PER . Ah ...
... PERIGOT , CUDDie . WILLIE . Tell mee , Perigot , what shalbe the game , Wherefore with mine thou dare thy musick matche ? Or bene thy bagpypes renne1 farre out of frame ? Or hath the crampe thy ioynts benomd with ache ? PER . Ah ...
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... Perigot was dared . WIL . Then loe , Perigot , the pledge which I plight , 5 A mazer ywrought of the maple warre , Wherein is enchased many a fayre sight 1 Raft , pereft . 2 Rede , tell . 3 Miswent , gone astray . 4 Mochell , much . 5 ...
... Perigot was dared . WIL . Then loe , Perigot , the pledge which I plight , 5 A mazer ywrought of the maple warre , Wherein is enchased many a fayre sight 1 Raft , pereft . 2 Rede , tell . 3 Miswent , gone astray . 4 Mochell , much . 5 ...
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... Perigot ! PER . I left the head in my heart - root , It was a desperate shot . WIL . PER . WIL . There it ranckleth aye more and more , Hey ho , the arrow ! PER . Ne can I find salve for my sore , WIL . Love is a careless sorrow . PER ...
... Perigot ! PER . I left the head in my heart - root , It was a desperate shot . WIL . PER . WIL . There it ranckleth aye more and more , Hey ho , the arrow ! PER . Ne can I find salve for my sore , WIL . Love is a careless sorrow . PER ...
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... Perigot of the best , And Willie is not greatly overgone , 2 So weren his under - songes well addrest . WIL . Heardgrome , I fear me thou have a squint eye ; Areede3 uprightly , who has the victorie . CUD . Fayth of my soule , I deeme ...
... Perigot of the best , And Willie is not greatly overgone , 2 So weren his under - songes well addrest . WIL . Heardgrome , I fear me thou have a squint eye ; Areede3 uprightly , who has the victorie . CUD . Fayth of my soule , I deeme ...
Página 114
... Perigot so well hath him payned , To him be the wroughten mazer alone . PER . Perigot is well pleased with the doome , Ne can Willie wite the witelesse1 heardgroome . WIL . Never dempt2 more right of beautie , I weene , The shepheard of ...
... Perigot so well hath him payned , To him be the wroughten mazer alone . PER . Perigot is well pleased with the doome , Ne can Willie wite the witelesse1 heardgroome . WIL . Never dempt2 more right of beautie , I weene , The shepheard of ...
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Poetry of the Fields: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Pastoral Scenes ... Vista completa - 1864 |
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 - 1867 |
Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...