The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428 páginas Contains 5 poems by Wordsworth. |
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... Christian literature , this feeling began to receive a fresh impulse and a new di- rection . On the same soil , and among the same races , where , * Goethe . in the height of heathen civilization it had never received 20 INTRODUCTION .
... Christian literature , this feeling began to receive a fresh impulse and a new di- rection . On the same soil , and among the same races , where , * Goethe . in the height of heathen civilization it had never received 20 INTRODUCTION .
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... fresh and full from his native soil . How keenly alive was he to every detail of nat- ural beauty in the green fields of England ; to the sweetness and freshness of the opening daisy ; of the growing grass ; of the unfolding leaf , with ...
... fresh and full from his native soil . How keenly alive was he to every detail of nat- ural beauty in the green fields of England ; to the sweetness and freshness of the opening daisy ; of the growing grass ; of the unfolding leaf , with ...
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... fresh and original , so quaintly fanciful , so altogether delightful , that one can never cease to deplore that all his pages should not be equally fair and clean . Here , however , we have a complete work of the old master quite free ...
... fresh and original , so quaintly fanciful , so altogether delightful , that one can never cease to deplore that all his pages should not be equally fair and clean . Here , however , we have a complete work of the old master quite free ...
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... fresh of hew , Was newly sprong , and an eight foot or nine Every tree well fro his fellow grew , With branches brode , laden with leves newe That sprongen out ayen the sunne - shene Some very red , and some a glad light grene . Which ...
... fresh of hew , Was newly sprong , and an eight foot or nine Every tree well fro his fellow grew , With branches brode , laden with leves newe That sprongen out ayen the sunne - shene Some very red , and some a glad light grene . Which ...
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... fresh and cold , The wholesome savours eke so comforting , That , as I demed , sith the beginning Of the world was never seene er than So pleasaunt a ground of none earthly man . And as I sat the birds hearkening thus , Me thought that ...
... fresh and cold , The wholesome savours eke so comforting , That , as I demed , sith the beginning Of the world was never seene er than So pleasaunt a ground of none earthly man . And as I sat the birds hearkening thus , Me thought that ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Æneid ayen beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld blooming blossoms boughs bowers breath bright buds chapelets charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green grene Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hills hour hues Itylus lady lark laurer leaf leaves light living look Lord mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER plain pleasant pleasure poet rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE season shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wake wandering waves wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 95 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 136 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Página 402 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 172 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Página 207 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death!
Página 95 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 165 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 166 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 192 - This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Página 141 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.