Wet Days at Edgewood with Old Farmers, Old Gardeners, and Old PastoralsC. Scribner's Sons, 1892 - 324 σελίδες |
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
agricultural Aratus Arthur Young barley beautiful better birds British Cæsar Cato cattle century Charles Lamb charming Columella corn cows Crescenzi crop culture delightful England English Eumæus fair fancy farm farmer fields flowers garden gentleman Geoponica Geoponics Georgics give grass Greek green ground Heresbach Hesiod hills Horace Horace Walpole horses hundred husbandry Jethro Tull labor Lancelot Brown land Leasowes lived London look Lord Mæcenas manure master meadows never numbers observation Palladius pastoral Philip Miller plants pleasant Pliny plough poem poet pretty purple rain reader REESE LIBRARY Roman Roman Senate rural says seed sheep shows soil song spires story suspect sweet talk taste tells tender Theocritus Thomas Whately Tibullus tion to-day trees Tull Tusculum Varro verse villa vines Virgil walks wet day wind wine wonder wood writers wrote Xenophon
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 246 - The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Σελίδα 173 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides, Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And, if I give thee honor due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Σελίδα 244 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Σελίδα 25 - ... that they should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after him and find him, though he be not far from every one of us : For in him we live, and move and have our being ; as certain also of your own poets [have said, for we are also his offspring.
Σελίδα 165 - I see those aims, those actions, which have won you with me the esteem of a person sent hither by some good providence from a far country to be the occasion and incitement of great good to this island.
Σελίδα 220 - You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream at eve...
Σελίδα 177 - But rather to tell how, if Art could tell How, from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240 Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Poured forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Σελίδα 280 - WHAT change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem ? This lovely world, the hills, the sward — They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them. And...
Σελίδα 243 - There hills and rocks intercept every prospect: here 'tis all a continued plain. There you might see a well-dressed duchess issuing from a dirty close; and here a dirty Dutchman inhabiting a palace. The Scotch may be compared to a tulip planted in dung ; but I never see a Dutchman in his own house but I think of a magnificent Egyptian temple dedicated to an ox.
Σελίδα 321 - The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town ; While happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn are seen ; And the far ships, lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattery light, Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the bay.