Beauties of English LandscapeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - Počet stran: 301 |
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... voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark grove is heard his song And flocks which cluster to their bell , Recline along thy brink When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy hills , I homeward went And still new ...
... voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark grove is heard his song And flocks which cluster to their bell , Recline along thy brink When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy hills , I homeward went And still new ...
Strana 4
... voice may come upon the gale . Here are sweet - peas , on tip - toe for a flight , With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . What next ? A turf ...
... voice may come upon the gale . Here are sweet - peas , on tip - toe for a flight , With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . What next ? A turf ...
Strana 20
... voice , that on the midnight sea Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of home , Peopling the gloom with all he longs to see . Spirit - I've built a shrine ; and thou hast come , And on its altar closed - for ever closed thy plume ...
... voice , that on the midnight sea Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of home , Peopling the gloom with all he longs to see . Spirit - I've built a shrine ; and thou hast come , And on its altar closed - for ever closed thy plume ...
Strana 26
... voice . At first heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven , The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes And rolls its awful burden on the wind , The lightnings flash a larger curve , and more The noise astounds ; till overhead a sheet Of ...
... voice . At first heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven , The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes And rolls its awful burden on the wind , The lightnings flash a larger curve , and more The noise astounds ; till overhead a sheet Of ...
Strana 42
... voice's sweet notes breathed not of the earth , Her beauty seemed not of a mortal birth ; And in my heart there was an awful fear , A thrill , like some deep warning from above , That soothed its passion to a spirit's love . 11 . SHE ...
... voice's sweet notes breathed not of the earth , Her beauty seemed not of a mortal birth ; And in my heart there was an awful fear , A thrill , like some deep warning from above , That soothed its passion to a spirit's love . 11 . SHE ...
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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...