Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 páginas |
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... beams pervade the heavens , and o'er them shed Hues indescribable - of gorgeous dye , Making among the clouds mute glorious pageantry . Then , then how beautiful across the deep The lustre of thy orient path of light ! Onward , still ...
... beams pervade the heavens , and o'er them shed Hues indescribable - of gorgeous dye , Making among the clouds mute glorious pageantry . Then , then how beautiful across the deep The lustre of thy orient path of light ! Onward , still ...
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... beam Strikes their low thatch with slanting gleam . They rove abroad in ether blue , To dip the scythe in fragrant dew ; The sheaf to bind , the beech to fell , That nodding shades a craggy dell . ' Midst gloomy glades , in warbles ...
... beam Strikes their low thatch with slanting gleam . They rove abroad in ether blue , To dip the scythe in fragrant dew ; The sheaf to bind , the beech to fell , That nodding shades a craggy dell . ' Midst gloomy glades , in warbles ...
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... beams the scattered boles illume , Far in the level forest's central gloom : Waving his hat , the shepherd , in the vale , Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale , - That barking , busy ' mid the glittering rocks , Hunts , where he ...
... beams the scattered boles illume , Far in the level forest's central gloom : Waving his hat , the shepherd , in the vale , Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale , - That barking , busy ' mid the glittering rocks , Hunts , where he ...
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... beam , I've thought some vision of a blessed dream , Or spirit of the air before me stood , And held communion with me . In mine ear Her voice's sweet notes breathed not of the earth , Her beauty seemed not of a mortal birth ; And in my ...
... beam , I've thought some vision of a blessed dream , Or spirit of the air before me stood , And held communion with me . In mine ear Her voice's sweet notes breathed not of the earth , Her beauty seemed not of a mortal birth ; And in my ...
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... beam ; yon castled steep , Whose banner hangeth o'er the time - worn tower So idly , that wrapt Fancy deemeth it A metaphor of Peace , -all form a scene Where musing Solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ...
... beam ; yon castled steep , Whose banner hangeth o'er the time - worn tower So idly , that wrapt Fancy deemeth it A metaphor of Peace , -all form a scene Where musing Solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ...
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Beauties of English Landscape (Classic Reprint) Myles Birket Foster Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 146 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Página 242 - 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...
Página 206 - 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.
Página 242 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Página 228 - 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.
Página 60 - 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...
Página 126 - 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...
Página 18 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 258 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee, Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Página 62 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.