The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428 Seiten |
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... heads . They hurry to the cities to grow rich ; but very many take pleasure in returning at a later hour to their native village , or at least put up a suburban cottage , with a garden and grass - plat of their own . The rural aspect ...
... heads . They hurry to the cities to grow rich ; but very many take pleasure in returning at a later hour to their native village , or at least put up a suburban cottage , with a garden and grass - plat of their own . The rural aspect ...
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... head . Let us hope the reader will enjoy the draught offered to him from " Dan Chaucer , well of English undefiled . " THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF . ARGUMENT . A gentlewoman out of an arbour in a grove , seeth a great companie of knights ...
... head . Let us hope the reader will enjoy the draught offered to him from " Dan Chaucer , well of English undefiled . " THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF . ARGUMENT . A gentlewoman out of an arbour in a grove , seeth a great companie of knights ...
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... head A rich fret of gold , which without dread Was full of stately riche stones set , And every lady had a chapelet On her head of branches fresh and grene , So wele wrought and so marvelously That it was a noble sight to sene , Some of ...
... head A rich fret of gold , which without dread Was full of stately riche stones set , And every lady had a chapelet On her head of branches fresh and grene , So wele wrought and so marvelously That it was a noble sight to sene , Some of ...
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... heads on hie , The crowns that they on their scochones bere , Were set with pearle , ruby , and saphere , And eke great diamonds many one , But all their horse harneis and other geare , Was in a sute according everichone , As ye have ...
... heads on hie , The crowns that they on their scochones bere , Were set with pearle , ruby , and saphere , And eke great diamonds many one , But all their horse harneis and other geare , Was in a sute according everichone , As ye have ...
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... The instincts of the bee are all lively and vigorous ; it seems conscious that wherever grass grows , there some blos- som will be found to reward its search , and it moves steadily onward until a head of clover , or perchance a The.
... The instincts of the bee are all lively and vigorous ; it seems conscious that wherever grass grows , there some blos- som will be found to reward its search , and it moves steadily onward until a head of clover , or perchance a The.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds dance dark deep delight dost doth earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light living look meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrushes Translation trees unto vale valleys vernal violet voice wandering wave 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.