The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 oldal |
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... breathing thyme ; Of tender poppies all so fair , Or bits of raisin sweet , Or down that decks the apple tribe , Or fragrant violet : Come , nibble on , your vessels store With honey while you can , In order that the hive - protecting ...
... breathing thyme ; Of tender poppies all so fair , Or bits of raisin sweet , Or down that decks the apple tribe , Or fragrant violet : Come , nibble on , your vessels store With honey while you can , In order that the hive - protecting ...
58. oldal
... breath of vital air . There all returns , and loos'd from earthly chain , Fly whence they sprung , and rest in God again , Spurn at the grave , and fearless of decay , Live ' mid the host of heaven , and star th ' ethereal way . * If ...
... breath of vital air . There all returns , and loos'd from earthly chain , Fly whence they sprung , and rest in God again , Spurn at the grave , and fearless of decay , Live ' mid the host of heaven , and star th ' ethereal way . * If ...
65. oldal
... breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone ; nor gold , nor gems , can her restore . Neglected virtues , seasons go and come , When thine forgot lie closed in a tomb . What doth it serve to see the sun's bright face SPRING . 65 To Spring ...
... breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone ; nor gold , nor gems , can her restore . Neglected virtues , seasons go and come , When thine forgot lie closed in a tomb . What doth it serve to see the sun's bright face SPRING . 65 To Spring ...
68. oldal
... and the sound Of the triumphant shout of praise , that crown'd The flaming Lamb , breaking through heaven , hath passage found . GILES FLETCHER , 158S - 1623 . THE AIRS OF SPRING . Sweetly breathing , vernal air 68 SPRING .
... and the sound Of the triumphant shout of praise , that crown'd The flaming Lamb , breaking through heaven , hath passage found . GILES FLETCHER , 158S - 1623 . THE AIRS OF SPRING . Sweetly breathing , vernal air 68 SPRING .
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Susan Fenimore Cooper. THE AIRS OF SPRING . Sweetly breathing , vernal air , That with kind warmth doth repair Winter's ... breath threaten us , Thou canst stroke great Æolus , And from him the grace obtain , To bind him in an iron chain ...
Susan Fenimore Cooper. THE AIRS OF SPRING . Sweetly breathing , vernal air , That with kind warmth doth repair Winter's ... breath threaten us , Thou canst stroke great Æolus , And from him the grace obtain , To bind him in an iron chain ...
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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386. oldal - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
85. oldal - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
76. oldal - 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.
86. oldal - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
39. oldal - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
154. oldal - 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...
85. oldal - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
190. oldal - 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 ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
76. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
77. oldal - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.