The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428 Seiten Contains 5 poems by Wordsworth. |
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... bring together many beautiful passages from the best writers , mingled with others interesting rather from their quaintness and oddity , or their antiquity . With this view , not only have the poets of our own tongue , ancient and ...
... bring together many beautiful passages from the best writers , mingled with others interesting rather from their quaintness and oddity , or their antiquity . With this view , not only have the poets of our own tongue , ancient and ...
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... bringing all classes into contact , one with another , and diffusing the same influences throughout the entire population . Something of that individuality which gives interest and variety to the face of society is lost in this way ...
... bringing all classes into contact , one with another , and diffusing the same influences throughout the entire population . Something of that individuality which gives interest and variety to the face of society is lost in this way ...
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... , and eke for any thing , That she should with her all her people bring : And she ayen in right goodly manere , Thanked her of her most friendly cheare . Saying plainely , that she would obay With all her 46 THE LEAF . THE AND FLOWER.
... , and eke for any thing , That she should with her all her people bring : And she ayen in right goodly manere , Thanked her of her most friendly cheare . Saying plainely , that she would obay With all her 46 THE LEAF . THE AND FLOWER.
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... bring . But there let pools invite with moss array'd , Clear fount and rill that purls along the glade , Palms o'er their porch a grateful gloom extend , And the wild olive's shelt'ring boughs defend . There where new kings the swarms ...
... bring . But there let pools invite with moss array'd , Clear fount and rill that purls along the glade , Palms o'er their porch a grateful gloom extend , And the wild olive's shelt'ring boughs defend . There where new kings the swarms ...
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... bring home To the tent royal of their emperor- Who , busied in his majesty , surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his ...
... bring home To the tent royal of their emperor- Who , busied in his majesty , surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his ...
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Æneid ayen beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld blooming blossoms boughs bowers breath bright buds chapelets charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green grene Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hills hour hues Itylus lady lark laurer leaf leaves light living look Lord mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER plain pleasant pleasure poet rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE season shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wake wandering waves wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Seite 95 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 136 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 402 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Seite 172 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Seite 207 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death!
Seite 95 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Seite 165 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Seite 166 - 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 192 - This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Seite 141 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.