Country life [poems].George Routledge & Sons, 1873 - Počet stran: 147 |
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Strana 14
... maids meet To exercise their dancing feet ; Tripping the comely country - round , With daffodils and daisies crowned . Thy wakes , thy quintels , here thou hast , Thy may - poles , too , with garlands graced ; Thy morris - dance , thy ...
... maids meet To exercise their dancing feet ; Tripping the comely country - round , With daffodils and daisies crowned . Thy wakes , thy quintels , here thou hast , Thy may - poles , too , with garlands graced ; Thy morris - dance , thy ...
Strana 22
... maid , Who dwelleth in her hospitable home , Hard by the castle , and at latest eve ( Even like a lady , vow'd and dedicate To something more than Nature in the grove ) , Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes , That ...
... maid , Who dwelleth in her hospitable home , Hard by the castle , and at latest eve ( Even like a lady , vow'd and dedicate To something more than Nature in the grove ) , Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes , That ...
Strana 27
... maid . To see these folk making such joyance Made my heart after the pipe to dance . Then to the greenwood they speed them all To fetch home May , with their musical : And home they bring him , in a royal throne , Crown'd as king ; and ...
... maid . To see these folk making such joyance Made my heart after the pipe to dance . Then to the greenwood they speed them all To fetch home May , with their musical : And home they bring him , in a royal throne , Crown'd as king ; and ...
Strana 31
... maid sung ; The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that ...
... maid sung ; The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that ...
Strana 52
... maid composed , To breathe some softened strain , Whose numbers stealing through thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial loved return ! EVENING . For when thy folding - star ...
... maid composed , To breathe some softened strain , Whose numbers stealing through thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial loved return ! EVENING . For when thy folding - star ...
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ain kind dearie Amang the rigs amid art thou autumn bank barley beams beautiful bees beneath birds bless bloom blue bonie dearie breathe breeze bright brook budding Charles Cotton cheer clouds cool dear delight dewy e'en earth fair flocks flowering rush frae gaze gentle glows go a-Maying grassy green grove happy hath heart heaven hill hues IZAAK WALTON Jeanie John Clare leafy light Little streams Logan Braes maid merry moon morning mossy mountain murmuring N. P. Willis ne'er night nightingale o'er peace purple finch Robert Bloomfield Robert Burns round rove rural scene SEASON of mists shade shines silver beech sing skim sleep smile soft soger song sport spreading Spring summer swain sweet thee thou thro toil trees Violets voice wanders waves weary whistle wild winds wings winter witch-hazel woods
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Strana 48 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Strana 142 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Strana 30 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some Orient pearls unwept ; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night, And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth.
Strana 142 - 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. It is the hush of night...
Strana 50 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Strana 124 - YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Strana 71 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Strana 140 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
Strana 125 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk? How rich the hawthorn's blossom! As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasped her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary! Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, oh!
Strana 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...