The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428 páginas |
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... Thought ... ..... 219 Song of the Swallow . 213 The Birds of Passage . 220 Swallows .. 214 The Dove .. 222 Lines 214 The Dying Swan .. 223 The Black Cock ... 215 The Twa Corbies .. 224 To the Mocking - Bird .. The Bob - o - Linkum . 215 ...
... Thought ... ..... 219 Song of the Swallow . 213 The Birds of Passage . 220 Swallows .. 214 The Dove .. 222 Lines 214 The Dying Swan .. 223 The Black Cock ... 215 The Twa Corbies .. 224 To the Mocking - Bird .. The Bob - o - Linkum . 215 ...
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... thought , the bent of their imaginations , and the habits of their lives to the simplicity of nature , which was so faithfully re- flected in their poetic works , we can not fail to remark with surprise how few traces are to be met ...
... thought , the bent of their imaginations , and the habits of their lives to the simplicity of nature , which was so faithfully re- flected in their poetic works , we can not fail to remark with surprise how few traces are to be met ...
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... thought was right a pleasant sight , And eke the briddes songe for to here , Would have rejoiced any earthly wight , And I that couth not yet in no manere , Heare the nightingale of all the yeare , Ful busily herkened with herte and ...
... thought was right a pleasant sight , And eke the briddes songe for to here , Would have rejoiced any earthly wight , And I that couth not yet in no manere , Heare the nightingale of all the yeare , Ful busily herkened with herte and ...
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... Thought sodainly I felt so sweet an aire Of the eglentere , that certainely , There is no hert , I deme , in such dispaire , Ne with thoughts froward , and contraire , So overlaid , but it should soon have bote , If it had ones felt ...
... Thought sodainly I felt so sweet an aire Of the eglentere , that certainely , There is no hert , I deme , in such dispaire , Ne with thoughts froward , and contraire , So overlaid , but it should soon have bote , If it had ones felt ...
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... thought , she song ever by mine ere . Wherefore I waited about busily On every side , if I her might see ; And , at the last , I gan full well aspy Where she sat in a freshe grene laurer tree , On the further side even right by me ...
... thought , she song ever by mine ere . Wherefore I waited about busily On every side , if I her might see ; And , at the last , I gan full well aspy Where she sat in a freshe grene laurer tree , On the further side even right by me ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds dance dark deep delight dost doth earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light living look meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrushes Translation trees unto vale valleys vernal violet voice wandering wave 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.