Rhymes and Roundelayes in Praise of a Country Life: Adorned with Many PicturesD. Appleton and Company, 1857 - 189 Seiten |
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... warm desire : Woods and groves are of thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee and wish thee long . MILTON . Blaster NC NRISE AND LORNING THE SUN . OST glorious B.
... warm desire : Woods and groves are of thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee and wish thee long . MILTON . Blaster NC NRISE AND LORNING THE SUN . OST glorious B.
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... warm hedges slept , And weather'd out the cold , bleak night , are up , And , looking toward the neighbouring pastures , raise Their voice , and bid their fellow - brutes good - morrow ! The cheerful birds , too , on the tops of trees ...
... warm hedges slept , And weather'd out the cold , bleak night , are up , And , looking toward the neighbouring pastures , raise Their voice , and bid their fellow - brutes good - morrow ! The cheerful birds , too , on the tops of trees ...
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... warm with May , Fling roses o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the deep Have languish'd into silent sleep . And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To ...
... warm with May , Fling roses o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the deep Have languish'd into silent sleep . And mark ! the flitting sea - birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To ...
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... , and Bacchus leads his throng , And bees to toil , and birds awake to song , Shall the glad bard be mute in tuneful spring , And , warm with love and joy , forget to sing ? Bland . SPRING . LOOK all around thee ! How the spring 16 SPRING .
... , and Bacchus leads his throng , And bees to toil , and birds awake to song , Shall the glad bard be mute in tuneful spring , And , warm with love and joy , forget to sing ? Bland . SPRING . LOOK all around thee ! How the spring 16 SPRING .
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... warm - waken'd , feels through every vein The kindly influence of the vernal rain . Now silvery streamlets , from the mountains stealing , Dance joyously the verdant vales along ; Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down ...
... warm - waken'd , feels through every vein The kindly influence of the vernal rain . Now silvery streamlets , from the mountains stealing , Dance joyously the verdant vales along ; Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down ...
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Anon art thou AUTUMN beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath breeze bright brook buds Charlotte Smith cheer Clare clouds comes but once cottage Crown'd DAFFODILS dancing dark deep delight dewy doth Duke of Orleans earth EDWARD DUNCAN fair flocks flowers gale gentle glowing green grove happy Harral HARRISON WEIR HARVEST harvest-home hath heart heaven hills hues hunt ladies gay lark leafy light lonely loud melody merrily merry mirth MORNING mossy mountain murmuring night NIGHT SONG nightingale o'er Phineas Fletcher purple RICHARD ANSDELL rill roses round scene shade shepherd shining silent silent hills silver beech sing sleep smiles snow soft song SONNET sound spread SPRING stream summer sunny sweet swell thee Thomson thou thrush toil trees vale village voice WALTER GOODALL wassail waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings winter woodland woods yellow
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Seite 29 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs. The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes fleet with new repaired scale.
Seite 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 62 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Seite 37 - SWEET bird ! that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past, or coming, void of care. Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers : To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers, Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare, A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick which by thy songs...
Seite 106 - 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; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...
Seite 61 - Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural bowers Were mingled or opposed, the like array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand, — and then, elate and gay, I hastened to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it!
Seite 81 - Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore, from such danger lock Every one his loved flock; And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks. To secure...
Seite 34 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Seite 61 - Thou mightest in dream. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
Seite 96 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond and overthwart the stream That as with molten glass inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear ; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.