Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 páginas |
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... wave , the vintage flow ; Sees June unfold his glossy robe Of thousand hues o'er all the globe ; Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn , And Plenty load her ample horn . THOMAS WARTON . N A SUMMER MORNING . O print of sheep - track yet ...
... wave , the vintage flow ; Sees June unfold his glossy robe Of thousand hues o'er all the globe ; Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn , And Plenty load her ample horn . THOMAS WARTON . N A SUMMER MORNING . O print of sheep - track yet ...
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... wave , then lost amid the green . THOMAS MILLER . THE GLADNESS OF NATURE . S this a time to be cloudy and sad , When all is smiling above and around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ...
... wave , then lost amid the green . THOMAS MILLER . THE GLADNESS OF NATURE . S this a time to be cloudy and sad , When all is smiling above and around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ...
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... waves that leap So lovelily , and show their crests of white , The eye unsated in its own despite , Still up that vista gazes ; till thy way Over the waters seems a pathway bright For holiest thoughts to travel , there to pay Man's ...
... waves that leap So lovelily , and show their crests of white , The eye unsated in its own despite , Still up that vista gazes ; till thy way Over the waters seems a pathway bright For holiest thoughts to travel , there to pay Man's ...
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... waves fly , And swell their bosoms to the sky , Then burst upon the shore . I love , when seated on its brow , To look o'er all the world below , And eye the distant vale ; From thence to see the waving corn With yellow hue the hills ...
... waves fly , And swell their bosoms to the sky , Then burst upon the shore . I love , when seated on its brow , To look o'er all the world below , And eye the distant vale ; From thence to see the waving corn With yellow hue the hills ...
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... Wave succeeding wave , they go A various journey to the deep , Like human life , to endless sleep ! Thus is Nature's vesture wrought ; To instruct our wandering thought : Thus she dresses green and gay , To disperse our cares away ...
... Wave succeeding wave , they go A various journey to the deep , Like human life , to endless sleep ! Thus is Nature's vesture wrought ; To instruct our wandering thought : Thus she dresses green and gay , To disperse our cares away ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid bank beams beauteous beautiful beneath birds bloom blossoms blue blushing boughs bowers bramble breath breeze bright brook brow buds burning season charms clouds creeps daisies deep delight dewy doth E'en earth flocks flowering rush flowers glade gleam glittering glory glows golden grass green grove hails happy hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate hills hues insect lark lark ascends leaves light lives lonely look meadow merry morn mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS Nature's night noon o'er plain purple purple finch rill rise round rural scene shade shadows shepherd shine sight silent silver silver beech sings smile soft song sound spirit sport Spring summer sunny sweet thee thou toil trees trembling Tuning sweet universal song vale vermil voice wanders warbling wave weary whispering white-thorn wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wing woodland woods yellow
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...