Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 páginas |
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... hands , left on the path to die The scentless and the scented rose " When the harvest moon was beaming Softly through the dewy leaves Sole light admitted here , a small cascade Illumes with sparkling from the twilight shade For them the ...
... hands , left on the path to die The scentless and the scented rose " When the harvest moon was beaming Softly through the dewy leaves Sole light admitted here , a small cascade Illumes with sparkling from the twilight shade For them the ...
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... hands built , with rocky knolls in front Walk thou with me , and stoop to see The glories of the lane ! Among the woods , And o'er the pathless rocks , I forced my way That cottage , with its walls so white , and gabled roof so quaint ...
... hands built , with rocky knolls in front Walk thou with me , and stoop to see The glories of the lane ! Among the woods , And o'er the pathless rocks , I forced my way That cottage , with its walls so white , and gabled roof so quaint ...
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... hands , left on the path to die . Open afresh your round of starry folds , Ye ardent marigolds ! Dry up the moisture from your golden lids , For great Apollo bids That in these days your praises should be sung On many harps , which he ...
... hands , left on the path to die . Open afresh your round of starry folds , Ye ardent marigolds ! Dry up the moisture from your golden lids , For great Apollo bids That in these days your praises should be sung On many harps , which he ...
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... hands and knees through matted thorn , To find her nest , and see her feed her young , And vainly did I many hours employ : All seem'd as hidden as a thought unborn ; And where those crumpling fern - leaves ramp among The hazel's under ...
... hands and knees through matted thorn , To find her nest , and see her feed her young , And vainly did I many hours employ : All seem'd as hidden as a thought unborn ; And where those crumpling fern - leaves ramp among The hazel's under ...
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... hand is given Of earthly happiness the golden key ! Thine are the joyous hours of winter's even , When the babes cling around their father's knee ; And thine the voice , that on the midnight sea Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of ...
... hand is given Of earthly happiness the golden key ! Thine are the joyous hours of winter's even , When the babes cling around their father's knee ; And thine the voice , that on the midnight sea Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of ...
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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.