Poetry of the Year: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of the SeasonsE. H. Butler & Company, 1864 - 128 páginas |
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... gale ! Kidlings , now , begin to crop Daisies , in the dewy dale . From the balmy sweets , uncloyed ( Restless till her task be done ) , Now the busy bee's employed Sipping dew before the sun . Trickling through the creviced rock ...
... gale ! Kidlings , now , begin to crop Daisies , in the dewy dale . From the balmy sweets , uncloyed ( Restless till her task be done ) , Now the busy bee's employed Sipping dew before the sun . Trickling through the creviced rock ...
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... gale had swept at once . A hundred airy harps ! And I have watched Many a nightingale perched giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze , And to that motion tune his wanton song , Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing ...
... gale had swept at once . A hundred airy harps ! And I have watched Many a nightingale perched giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze , And to that motion tune his wanton song , Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing ...
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... gale . Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean ...
... gale . Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean ...
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... gale , And the vapors that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , More than man's spoken word . THE RAIN . 81 Near at hand , From ...
... gale , And the vapors that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , More than man's spoken word . THE RAIN . 81 Near at hand , From ...
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... Sweet is the Summer's evening gale , And sweet the Autumnal winds that shake The many - colored grove . REFLECTIONS UPON WINTER . 119 And pleasant to the sobered 118 REFLECTIONS UPON WINTER . REFLECTIONS UPON WINTER, SOUTHEY,
... Sweet is the Summer's evening gale , And sweet the Autumnal winds that shake The many - colored grove . REFLECTIONS UPON WINTER . 119 And pleasant to the sobered 118 REFLECTIONS UPON WINTER . REFLECTIONS UPON WINTER, SOUTHEY,
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Amid AUTUMN beautiful beech behold bending beneath birds bloom blue bough bowers breathes bright brook brow buds burst cheerful clouds Corinna COWPER cowslip cuckoo daisies deep delight dewy doth E'en earth fair fields flock flowers forest fresh gale gentle gleam gleaner glebe glow golden grass green grove harvest-home hath hawthorn heart heaven hill icicle insects JOY OF SPRING king-cups lark leafy leaves light LONGFELLOW looks MAY-BUSH mead merry minnow MORNING moss mossy mountains murmurs Nature's night nightingale nightly o'er Philomel POETRY primrose rain rapture rise rock round scattered shade shepherd shine showers silent silver sings smile snow soft soft wind song spread SPRING stream SUMMER REVERIE sunbeams sunny sweet sweetly thee THOMSON thou thrush trees twitter vale violets voice wain walk wander warble waving WILD BRAMBLE wind wings WINTER wintry woodland woods WORDSWORTH yellow
Passagens conhecidas
Página 30 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept. Come, and receive them...
Página 118 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Página 107 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 68 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Página 107 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Página 126 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Página 60 - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
Página 44 - Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...
Página 24 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 117 - The village clock tolled six, — -I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice...