Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 páginas |
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... turn Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark grove is heard his song And flocks which cluster to their bell , Recline along thy brink When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy ...
... turn Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark grove is heard his song And flocks which cluster to their bell , Recline along thy brink When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy ...
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... over her slumbers there , While , as the shifting visions over her swept , Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept . SHELLEY . THE COOt was swimming in the reedy pond Beside the. 57 8 A second self, far dearer and more fair.
... over her slumbers there , While , as the shifting visions over her swept , Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept . SHELLEY . THE COOt was swimming in the reedy pond Beside the. 57 8 A second self, far dearer and more fair.
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... turn . The corncraik was chirming His sad eerie cry , And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky ; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower , But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour . We heard and we ...
... turn . The corncraik was chirming His sad eerie cry , And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky ; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower , But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour . We heard and we ...
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... turn now , heart - broken and dreary , As the sun sets , to weep o'er the grave of my bride . While the sweet birds ... turning , Wear the night - watches , still thinking on thee , And darker than night breaks the light of the morning ...
... turn now , heart - broken and dreary , As the sun sets , to weep o'er the grave of my bride . While the sweet birds ... turning , Wear the night - watches , still thinking on thee , And darker than night breaks the light of the morning ...
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... turn the flock ; And , to his office prematurely called , There stood the urchin , as you will divine , 92 He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap, to stem or turn the flock.
... turn the flock ; And , to his office prematurely called , There stood the urchin , as you will divine , 92 He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap, to stem or turn the flock.
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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.