Poetry of the Year: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of the SeasonsE. H. Butler & Company, 1864 - 128 páginas |
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... soft Hesperian clime , To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes , When the dark fir - branch into verdure breaks . From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain ; They are sweeping on to the silvery main , They are flashing ...
... soft Hesperian clime , To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes , When the dark fir - branch into verdure breaks . From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain ; They are sweeping on to the silvery main , They are flashing ...
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... soft winds borne- Ye may press the grape , ye may bind the corn ! For me , I depart to a brighter shore- Ye are marked by care , ye are mine no more : where the loved who have left you dwell , And the flowers are not Death's . - Fare ye ...
... soft winds borne- Ye may press the grape , ye may bind the corn ! For me , I depart to a brighter shore- Ye are marked by care , ye are mine no more : where the loved who have left you dwell , And the flowers are not Death's . - Fare ye ...
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... soft it floats along . Courtly dames ! our pleasure share ; Never saw I May so fair : Therefore , dancing will we go , Youths , rejoice ! the flow'rets blow ! Sing ye ! join the chorus gay ! Hail this merry , merry May ! Roscoe . THE ...
... soft it floats along . Courtly dames ! our pleasure share ; Never saw I May so fair : Therefore , dancing will we go , Youths , rejoice ! the flow'rets blow ! Sing ye ! join the chorus gay ! Hail this merry , merry May ! Roscoe . THE ...
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... soft bleating like an infant's voice , Half happy , half afraid ! O blessed things ! At sight of this your perfect innocence , The sterner thoughts of manhood melt away Into a mood as mild as woman's dreams . WILSON . THE MEADOW . 55 ...
... soft bleating like an infant's voice , Half happy , half afraid ! O blessed things ! At sight of this your perfect innocence , The sterner thoughts of manhood melt away Into a mood as mild as woman's dreams . WILSON . THE MEADOW . 55 ...
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... soft , and rosy . A bush of May - flowers with the bees about them ; Ah , sure no tasteful nook could be without them ! And let a lush laburnum oversweep them , And let long grass grow round the roots to keep them Moist , cool , and ...
... soft , and rosy . A bush of May - flowers with the bees about them ; Ah , sure no tasteful nook could be without them ! And let a lush laburnum oversweep them , And let long grass grow round the roots to keep them Moist , cool , and ...
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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...