Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 páginas |
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... happy III 113 115 117 119 121 123 125 127 A love that shall be new and fresh each hour As is the golden mystery of sunset 129 Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail 131 ...
... happy III 113 115 117 119 121 123 125 127 A love that shall be new and fresh each hour As is the golden mystery of sunset 129 Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail 131 ...
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... happy band Ivy - stalks are running over Cloister wall and oriel top The pliant bow he form'd , the flying ball The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights And blind recesses of the caverned rocks All Nature feels her ...
... happy band Ivy - stalks are running over Cloister wall and oriel top The pliant bow he form'd , the flying ball The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights And blind recesses of the caverned rocks All Nature feels her ...
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... happy time ; Gentle thoughts are round me gleaming , Thoughts of sunny girlhood's prime : Oh , the light , untutored fancies , Images so quaint and bold- Outlines dim of old romances , Forming childhood's age of gold ! Eternal spring ...
... happy time ; Gentle thoughts are round me gleaming , Thoughts of sunny girlhood's prime : Oh , the light , untutored fancies , Images so quaint and bold- Outlines dim of old romances , Forming childhood's age of gold ! Eternal spring ...
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... happy fancy shapen her employ . But if I touch'd a bush , or scarcely stirr'd , All in a moment stopt . I watch'd in vain : The timid bird had left the hazel - bush , And oft in distance hid to sing again . CLARE . LINES WRITTEN IN ...
... happy fancy shapen her employ . But if I touch'd a bush , or scarcely stirr'd , All in a moment stopt . I watch'd in vain : The timid bird had left the hazel - bush , And oft in distance hid to sing again . CLARE . LINES WRITTEN IN ...
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... happy night , That to the cottage , as the crown , Brought tidings of salvation down . The fire , with well - dried logs supplied , Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall table's oaken face , Scrubb'd till it shone , the day ...
... happy night , That to the cottage , as the crown , Brought tidings of salvation down . The fire , with well - dried logs supplied , Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall table's oaken face , Scrubb'd till it shone , the day ...
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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.