The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428 σελίδες |
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... once more embodied in novel and imposing labors of art ; scarce a fine effect of the branching woods which was not successfully repeated with great richness of detail in Gothic stone . The beauty of the vegetation , in its noblest forms ...
... once more embodied in novel and imposing labors of art ; scarce a fine effect of the branching woods which was not successfully repeated with great richness of detail in Gothic stone . The beauty of the vegetation , in its noblest forms ...
Σελίδα 57
... Once I beheld an old Corcyrian swain ; Lord of a little spot , by all disdain'd , Where never lab'ring yoke subsistence gain'd , Where never shepherd gave his flock to feed , Nor Bacchus dar'd to trust th ' ungrateful mead , He there ...
... Once I beheld an old Corcyrian swain ; Lord of a little spot , by all disdain'd , Where never lab'ring yoke subsistence gain'd , Where never shepherd gave his flock to feed , Nor Bacchus dar'd to trust th ' ungrateful mead , He there ...
Σελίδα 66
... once to me were dear , Can have no part of them now with me here ? WILLIAM DRUMMOND , 1585-1649 SONNET ON SPRING . FROM THE FRENCH . Now Time throws off his cloak again Of ermined frost , and cold , and rain . And clothes him in the ...
... once to me were dear , Can have no part of them now with me here ? WILLIAM DRUMMOND , 1585-1649 SONNET ON SPRING . FROM THE FRENCH . Now Time throws off his cloak again Of ermined frost , and cold , and rain . And clothes him in the ...
Σελίδα 69
... Ajax and Narciss did print , Ye wild thyme , anise , balm , and mint , I welcome ye once more . God shield ye , bright embroider'd train Of butterflies , SPRING . 69 The Airs of Spring Return of Spring Ode to Spring Spring.
... Ajax and Narciss did print , Ye wild thyme , anise , balm , and mint , I welcome ye once more . God shield ye , bright embroider'd train Of butterflies , SPRING . 69 The Airs of Spring Return of Spring Ode to Spring Spring.
Σελίδα 72
... once past changing were Fast in thy Paradise , where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shot up fair , Offering at heav'n , growing and groaning thither : Nor doth my flower Want a spring - shower , My sins and I joining together ...
... once past changing were Fast in thy Paradise , where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shot up fair , Offering at heav'n , growing and groaning thither : Nor doth my flower Want a spring - shower , My sins and I joining together ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds dance dark deep delight dost doth earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light living look meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrushes Translation trees unto vale valleys vernal violet voice wandering wave 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.