Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 páginas |
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... the town ! Him did an angel bless when he was born- The cradle of the boy With flowers celestial strewed . Translated by C. T. BROOKS . LUDWIG HOLTY . THE SUMMER MONTHS . HEY come ! the merry summer. SUNSHINE IN THE COUNTRY .
... the town ! Him did an angel bless when he was born- The cradle of the boy With flowers celestial strewed . Translated by C. T. BROOKS . LUDWIG HOLTY . THE SUMMER MONTHS . HEY come ! the merry summer. SUNSHINE IN THE COUNTRY .
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... merry course they hold . God bless them all , these little ones , who , far above this earth , Can make a scoff of its mean joys , and vent a nobler mirth . But soft ! mine ear upcaught a sound - from yonder wood it came ; The spirit of ...
... merry course they hold . God bless them all , these little ones , who , far above this earth , Can make a scoff of its mean joys , and vent a nobler mirth . But soft ! mine ear upcaught a sound - from yonder wood it came ; The spirit of ...
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... merry march " Through flowery towns go sounding on their way : They pass the red - streak'd woodbine's sun - stained arch , And onward glide through streets of sheeted May , Nor till they reach the summer roses stay , Where maiden ...
... merry march " Through flowery towns go sounding on their way : They pass the red - streak'd woodbine's sun - stained arch , And onward glide through streets of sheeted May , Nor till they reach the summer roses stay , Where maiden ...
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A Book of Rural Poetry. Hark , how the merry bells ring o'er the vale , Now near , remote , or lost , just as it blows . The red cock sends his voice upon the gale ; From his thatch'd grange his answering rival crows : The milk - maid o ...
A Book of Rural Poetry. Hark , how the merry bells ring o'er the vale , Now near , remote , or lost , just as it blows . The red cock sends his voice upon the gale ; From his thatch'd grange his answering rival crows : The milk - maid o ...
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... merry pastime dumb ; - So lovely in their fleeting lives , they seem Like water - lilies floating down a stream . These sportive children of the laughing eye , And brow serene as the unclouded sky , Run gracefully , and shout , and look ...
... merry pastime dumb ; - So lovely in their fleeting lives , they seem Like water - lilies floating down a stream . These sportive children of the laughing eye , And brow serene as the unclouded sky , Run gracefully , and shout , and look ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid bank beams bear beautiful beneath birds bloom blue bowers breath breeze bright bring brook busy charms close clouds comes dark deep delight drop earth fair fall feel field flocks flow flowers glory glowing golden grass green grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hues lark leaves lifts light lives lonely look mark merry mind morn mountain murmur Nature night notes o'er opening pass plain play purple rest rise river rock round rural scene seek seems seen shade shadows shines side sight silent silver sings sleep smile soft song sound spirit sport spreads Spring stream summer sunny sweet thee thou thought trees trembling vale voice walk wandering waters wave weary wide wild wind wing winter woods young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 84 - 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 36 - And see the rivers, how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun ! Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go, A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Página 39 - She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the skylark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy; And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Página 35 - And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Página 88 - Th" ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive ? when at hand, Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first...
Página 87 - Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling-place : Where I may see my quill, or cork, down sink With eager bite of Pike, or Bleak, or Dace ; And on the world and my Creator think : Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace t And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war or wantonness.
Página 58 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike 185 The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
Página 72 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Página 62 - Rural confusion ! On the grassy bank Some ruminating lie ; while others stand Half in the flood, and, often bending, sip The circling surface.
Página 13 - O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers ; For dull the eye, the heart is dull That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty, beautiful Thy tender blossoms are...