Poetry of the Year: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of the SeasonsE. H. Butler & Company, 1864 - 128 páginas |
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... MOUNTAIN SCENE , TO A WILD Deer , AUTUMN , · 2 XV PAGE 91 THOMSON ,. 92 LONGFELLOW , 93 WILCOX , 95 COWPER , 96 · WORDSWORTH , THOMSON , . TENNYSON , SOUTHEY , . 97 · • 99 101 . 101 • JAGO , . 102 • WILSON , KEATS , 105 . 106 WINTER ...
... MOUNTAIN SCENE , TO A WILD Deer , AUTUMN , · 2 XV PAGE 91 THOMSON ,. 92 LONGFELLOW , 93 WILCOX , 95 COWPER , 96 · WORDSWORTH , THOMSON , . TENNYSON , SOUTHEY , . 97 · • 99 101 . 101 • JAGO , . 102 • WILSON , KEATS , 105 . 106 WINTER ...
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... mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose - stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the ...
... mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose - stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the ...
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... mountain brows , They are flinging spray o'er the forest boughs , They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves , And the earth resounds with the joy of waves ! Come forth , O ye children of gladness ! come ! Where the violets lie may ...
... mountain brows , They are flinging spray o'er the forest boughs , They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves , And the earth resounds with the joy of waves ! Come forth , O ye children of gladness ! come ! Where the violets lie may ...
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... mountains passed ? --Ye have looked on Death since ye met me last . I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now— Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace- She hath taken the fairest of ...
... mountains passed ? --Ye have looked on Death since ye met me last . I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now— Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace- She hath taken the fairest of ...
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... on high , Briskly crows ( the shepherd's clock ) ! Jocund that the morning's nigh . Swiftly from the mountain's brow , Shadows , nursed by night , retire : CLARE . And the peeping sunbeam , now , Paints with gold DAY: A PASTORAL,
... on high , Briskly crows ( the shepherd's clock ) ! Jocund that the morning's nigh . Swiftly from the mountain's brow , Shadows , nursed by night , retire : CLARE . And the peeping sunbeam , now , Paints with gold DAY: A PASTORAL,
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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...