The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... bear evidence of much depth of feeling of this kind . The German scholars are understood to have been the first to broach this opinion - the first to point out the fact , and to comment on what appears a singular inconsistency . " If we ...
... bear evidence of much depth of feeling of this kind . The German scholars are understood to have been the first to broach this opinion - the first to point out the fact , and to comment on what appears a singular inconsistency . " If we ...
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... bear to be generally read - much against which we are justly cau- tioned . But the grossness with which he is reproached must have been rather the fault of the age to which he belonged , than of the man himself , for the passages open ...
... bear to be generally read - much against which we are justly cau- tioned . But the grossness with which he is reproached must have been rather the fault of the age to which he belonged , than of the man himself , for the passages open ...
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... Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the bee some sages have assign'd A portion of the God , and heavenly mind ; For God goes forth , and spreads throughout the whole ...
... Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the bee some sages have assign'd A portion of the God , and heavenly mind ; For God goes forth , and spreads throughout the whole ...
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... wide garden of humanity ; And like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nectar there . ANNE C. LYNCH . 3.MTORY SC III . Spring . GILE little known to THE BEE . 61 The Note of the Nightingale Sonnet.
... wide garden of humanity ; And like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nectar there . ANNE C. LYNCH . 3.MTORY SC III . Spring . GILE little known to THE BEE . 61 The Note of the Nightingale Sonnet.
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... bear in mind that he wrote half a century before Milton . In fact , " Christ's Victory and Triumph " was , at the time it appeared , the finest sacred poem of any length in our language ; it is full of a jubilant poet- ical eloquence ...
... bear in mind that he wrote half a century before Milton . In fact , " Christ's Victory and Triumph " was , at the time it appeared , the finest sacred poem of any length in our language ; it is full of a jubilant poet- ical eloquence ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 386 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Página 85 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 76 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 86 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 39 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Página 154 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Página 85 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 190 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.