 Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every...  The British Prose Writers - Seite 291821Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1844 - 52 Seiten
...harn-door Proudly struts, his dames before,— While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milk-maid singeth blythe, And the mower whets his scythe;— In the almost sacred silence of noon-day, to linger under the old boughs of some sturdy forest trees,... | |
 | John Broadbent - 1973 - 364 Seiten
...pageant: the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies,... | |
 | John Eric Adair - 1976 - 296 Seiten
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 | Birmingham central literary assoc - 1879 - 456 Seiten
...While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land ; And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale." A thorough Englishman, his eye observes not only the simplicity of rural life, but " Towers and battlements... | |
 | 1978 - 256 Seiten
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