Country life [poems].George Routledge & Sons, 1873 - Počet stran: 147 |
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... VOICE OF SPRING . SPRING THE VILLAGE INN Coleridge Hemans Spenser 20 23 27 John Clare Chamberlayne Goldsmith 28 30 31 Burns 31 Herrick 34 Thomson . 36 Keats 38 Campbell . A SUMMER MORNING MORNING THE SUN INVITATION TO IZAAK WALTON THE ...
... VOICE OF SPRING . SPRING THE VILLAGE INN Coleridge Hemans Spenser 20 23 27 John Clare Chamberlayne Goldsmith 28 30 31 Burns 31 Herrick 34 Thomson . 36 Keats 38 Campbell . A SUMMER MORNING MORNING THE SUN INVITATION TO IZAAK WALTON THE ...
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... pitch'd giddily On blossoming twig still swinging from the breeze , And to that motion tune his wanton song , Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head . Coleridge . THE VOICE OF SPRING . I COME ! I come 22 COUNTRY LIFE .
... pitch'd giddily On blossoming twig still swinging from the breeze , And to that motion tune his wanton song , Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head . Coleridge . THE VOICE OF SPRING . I COME ! I come 22 COUNTRY LIFE .
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Country life. THE VOICE OF SPRING . I COME ! I come ! ye have call'd me long- I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth , By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose ...
Country life. THE VOICE OF SPRING . I COME ! I come ! ye have call'd me long- I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth , By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose ...
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... voice of the deep blue sky ; From the night - bird's lay through the starry time , In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime , To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes , When the dark fir - branch into verdure breaks . From the ...
... voice of the deep blue sky ; From the night - bird's lay through the starry time , In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime , To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes , When the dark fir - branch into verdure breaks . From the ...
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... voices that rung through the sapphire sky , And had not a sound of mortality . Are they gone ? is their mirth from the mountain pass'd ? --Ye have looked on Death since ye met me last . The summer is coming , on soft winds borne— Ye may ...
... voices that rung through the sapphire sky , And had not a sound of mortality . Are they gone ? is their mirth from the mountain pass'd ? --Ye have looked on Death since ye met me last . The summer is coming , on soft winds borne— Ye may ...
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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...