Beauties of English LandscapeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - Počet stran: 301 |
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Strana 8
... face , I thy childish caprice brooking , As thy merry thoughts I trace : See thy dreamy blue eyes glancing From thy founts of light and glee , And thy little feet go dancing Like the waves upon the sea ! Tossing from thy snowy shoulder ...
... face , I thy childish caprice brooking , As thy merry thoughts I trace : See thy dreamy blue eyes glancing From thy founts of light and glee , And thy little feet go dancing Like the waves upon the sea ! Tossing from thy snowy shoulder ...
Strana 24
... face . While music , stealing round the glimmering deeps , Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps . WORDSWORTH . TIS list'ning fear and dumb amazement all : When to 76 24 Now, with religious awe, the farewell light Blends with ...
... face . While music , stealing round the glimmering deeps , Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps . WORDSWORTH . TIS list'ning fear and dumb amazement all : When to 76 24 Now, with religious awe, the farewell light Blends with ...
Strana 52
... face , Scrubb'd till it shone , the day to grace , Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord . Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue - coated serving - man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high ...
... face , Scrubb'd till it shone , the day to grace , Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord . Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue - coated serving - man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high ...
Strana 78
... face Till tears fill'd my e'e , And they drapt on your wee loof— A warld's wealth to me . Now the winter snaw's fa'ing On bare holm and lea , And the cauld wind is strippin ' Ilk leaf aff the tree . But the snaw fa's not faster , Nor ...
... face Till tears fill'd my e'e , And they drapt on your wee loof— A warld's wealth to me . Now the winter snaw's fa'ing On bare holm and lea , And the cauld wind is strippin ' Ilk leaf aff the tree . But the snaw fa's not faster , Nor ...
Strana 94
... face brightened . The old man was glad , And thus resumed : " Make ready Luke's best garments , of the best Buy for him more , and let us send him forth To - morrow , or the next day , or to - night : If he could go , the boy should go ...
... face brightened . The old man was glad , And thus resumed : " Make ready Luke's best garments , of the best Buy for him more , and let us send him forth To - morrow , or the next day , or to - night : If he could go , the boy should go ...
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Beauties of English Landscape (Classic Reprint) Myles Birket Foster Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015 |
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Astòr beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bloom blue bosom boughs bower breathe bright brook BROTHERS calm Canst thou forget cliffs clouds Coloured cottage DALZIEL BROTHERS dark dear deep delight doth dream earth EDMUND EVANS ELIZA COOK fair fear flowers gentle gilt edges gleam glide gloom Grasmere grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy harebells hath heard heart heaven Helpmate HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour hung lassie light live lofty lonely look Maire bhan Astor merry morning mossy mountain murmur night o'er pleasure rills rocks round rove scene shade shepherd shines shore side sight silence sing skies sleep smile snow soft solitude song sorrow soul spread Spring steep stone stood stream summer tears thine thou art thoughts trees vale village voice wandering waters waves wild winds winter woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Strana 14 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Strana 50 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Strana 236 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Strana 200 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Strana 56 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Strana 56 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Strana 30 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Strana 232 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard, Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Strana 222 - 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; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strana 122 - NUNS fret not at their Convent's narrow room ; And Hermits are contented with their Cells ; And Students with their pensive Citadels : Maids at the Wheel, the Weaver at his Loom, Sit blithe and happy; Bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Pea.k of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...