The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428 σελίδες Contains 5 poems by Wordsworth. |
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Σελίδα 35
... fair and clean . Here , however , we have a complete work of the old master quite free from objection ; in this instance the delicacy of the fancy appears to have shielded him from the prevailing coarse- The uncouth old spell- ness of ...
... fair and clean . Here , however , we have a complete work of the old master quite free from objection ; in this instance the delicacy of the fancy appears to have shielded him from the prevailing coarse- The uncouth old spell- ness of ...
Σελίδα 48
... fair madame , " quoth I , " yet I would pray Your ladiship , if that it mighte be , That I might knowe by some maner way , Sith that it hath liked your beaute , The trouth of these ladies for to tell me , What that these knightes be in ...
... fair madame , " quoth I , " yet I would pray Your ladiship , if that it mighte be , That I might knowe by some maner way , Sith that it hath liked your beaute , The trouth of these ladies for to tell me , What that these knightes be in ...
Σελίδα 54
... fair , Or bits of raisin sweet , Or down that decks the apple tribe , Or fragrant violet : Come , nibble on , your vessels store With honey while you can , In order that the hive - protecting , Bee - preserving Pan May have a tasting ...
... fair , Or bits of raisin sweet , Or down that decks the apple tribe , Or fragrant violet : Come , nibble on , your vessels store With honey while you can , In order that the hive - protecting , Bee - preserving Pan May have a tasting ...
Σελίδα 55
... Fair fall thy work and thee , Buzzing round the sweetly - smelling Garden plots and bowers . Anonymous Translator . MANAGEMENT OF BEES . FROM THE FOURTH GEORGIC OF VIRGIL * First , seek a station where no ruthless gale Dares the still ...
... Fair fall thy work and thee , Buzzing round the sweetly - smelling Garden plots and bowers . Anonymous Translator . MANAGEMENT OF BEES . FROM THE FOURTH GEORGIC OF VIRGIL * First , seek a station where no ruthless gale Dares the still ...
Σελίδα 65
... fair ; But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone ; nor gold , nor gems , can her restore . Neglected virtues , seasons go and come , When thine forgot lie closed in a tomb . What doth it serve to see the sun's bright face ...
... fair ; But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone ; nor gold , nor gems , can her restore . Neglected virtues , seasons go and come , When thine forgot lie closed in a tomb . What doth it serve to see the sun's bright face ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Æneid ayen beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld blooming blossoms boughs bowers breath bright buds chapelets charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green grene Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hills hour hues Itylus lady lark laurer leaf leaves light living look Lord mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER plain pleasant pleasure poet rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE season shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wake wandering waves wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.