The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... Happy Milk - Maid 128 Pastoral Scene from " The Arcadia " .. From the " Faithful Shepherdess " 121 Sheep Pastures .... 129 122 The Spinner's Song .. 130 The Shepherd's Life ..... 122 Song for the Spinning - Wheel .. ..... 130 Wurtha ...
... Happy Milk - Maid 128 Pastoral Scene from " The Arcadia " .. From the " Faithful Shepherdess " 121 Sheep Pastures .... 129 122 The Spinner's Song .. 130 The Shepherd's Life ..... 122 Song for the Spinning - Wheel .. ..... 130 Wurtha ...
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... happy instincts , and a love ́ of nature was thus infused into the earliest literature of our language . All the great poets of the sixteenth , and those of the best years of the seventeenth centuries , were more or less under the ...
... happy instincts , and a love ́ of nature was thus infused into the earliest literature of our language . All the great poets of the sixteenth , and those of the best years of the seventeenth centuries , were more or less under the ...
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... and voluntary retirement under the shade of the vine and the fig - tree . Happy will it be for the civil- ized world , for these latter ages of the earth , if such should indeed prove the general course of the race ! Most INTRODUCTION . 29.
... and voluntary retirement under the shade of the vine and the fig - tree . Happy will it be for the civil- ized world , for these latter ages of the earth , if such should indeed prove the general course of the race ! Most INTRODUCTION . 29.
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Susan Fenimore Cooper. indeed prove the general course of the race ! Most happy will it be for us , the latest born of the nations , we who belong to the aged times of the world , if such should be our own direction ! Probably there ...
Susan Fenimore Cooper. indeed prove the general course of the race ! Most happy will it be for us , the latest born of the nations , we who belong to the aged times of the world , if such should be our own direction ! Probably there ...
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... happy neces- sity , more natural . We believe that the moment has come when American civilization may assume , in this respect , a new aspect . The wonderful increase of commercial and manufacturing luxury , which is characteristic of ...
... happy neces- sity , more natural . We believe that the moment has come when American civilization may assume , in this respect , a new aspect . The wonderful increase of commercial and manufacturing luxury , which is characteristic of ...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visualização integral - 1854 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visualização integral - 1855 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visualização integral - 1855 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright brow buds charms cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light live look meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring Nature nest never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spide stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale valleys 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.