The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... heavens , and the earth , and the sea , and all that in them is ; " they bowed the knee to no one object " in the heaven above , or in the earth beneath , or in the water under the earth . " Truth is , of its nature , sublime . No ...
... heavens , and the earth , and the sea , and all that in them is ; " they bowed the knee to no one object " in the heaven above , or in the earth beneath , or in the water under the earth . " Truth is , of its nature , sublime . No ...
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... heaven , and around thee on the open fields in which herds graze by the water - side ; who does not despise all the crea- tions of art , when , in the stillness of his spirit , he watches with admiration the rising of the sun , as it ...
... heaven , and around thee on the open fields in which herds graze by the water - side ; who does not despise all the crea- tions of art , when , in the stillness of his spirit , he watches with admiration the rising of the sun , as it ...
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... heaven sang , and the flowers of the field bloomed in those ages ; but we have scanty record of their ex- istence ; the eye of man was fixed on darker objects ; his ear was filled with fiercer sounds . Slowly , however , civilization ...
... heaven sang , and the flowers of the field bloomed in those ages ; but we have scanty record of their ex- istence ; the eye of man was fixed on darker objects ; his ear was filled with fiercer sounds . Slowly , however , civilization ...
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... heavens , and acknowledge the meaning of the silence which has closed your lips . Is it not an overpowering , heartfelt , individual humility , blended with an instinctive adoration or acknowledgment in every faculty . of the holy ...
... heavens , and acknowledge the meaning of the silence which has closed your lips . Is it not an overpowering , heartfelt , individual humility , blended with an instinctive adoration or acknowledgment in every faculty . of the holy ...
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... heavens , to tell us where all human hopes should center . Happily , in spite of the eagerness with which our people . throw themselves upon every rallying point of excitement , they are by no means wanting in feeling for a country life ...
... heavens , to tell us where all human hopes should center . Happily , in spite of the eagerness with which our people . throw themselves upon every rallying point of excitement , they are by no means wanting in feeling for a country life ...
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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.