Nature and Art: Poems and Pictures from the Best Authors and ArtistsEstes and Lauriat, 1881 - 158 oldal |
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... MORNING THE FOUNTAIN GIRLHOOD . DOMESTIC PEACE THE FLOWER'S NAME . SOLITUDE TO A YOUNG ASS William Chamberlayne • · • . 65 · James Russell Lowell · 66 • Anonymous Samuel Taylor Coleridge . Robert Browning Byron . Samuel Taylor Coleridge ...
... MORNING THE FOUNTAIN GIRLHOOD . DOMESTIC PEACE THE FLOWER'S NAME . SOLITUDE TO A YOUNG ASS William Chamberlayne • · • . 65 · James Russell Lowell · 66 • Anonymous Samuel Taylor Coleridge . Robert Browning Byron . Samuel Taylor Coleridge ...
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... MORNING WALK . · I REMEMBER , I REMEMBER THE CATARACT OF LODORE AUTUMN . DAY IS DYING THE BRAVE OLD OAK . THE MOTHER'S HOPE . THE FALLS OF MINNEHAHA BEWARE ! THE OLD KIRK YARD . THE CLOUD JOHN ANDERSON , MY Jo . THE OHIO . CHOCORUA THE ...
... MORNING WALK . · I REMEMBER , I REMEMBER THE CATARACT OF LODORE AUTUMN . DAY IS DYING THE BRAVE OLD OAK . THE MOTHER'S HOPE . THE FALLS OF MINNEHAHA BEWARE ! THE OLD KIRK YARD . THE CLOUD JOHN ANDERSON , MY Jo . THE OHIO . CHOCORUA THE ...
6. oldal
... morning pathway to the train ; The eagle - eyed autumnal flowers Guard , as of old , the rustic arch Where the procession of the hours Moved by us in melodious march ; And red leaves through the sunset wood Still flicker down - like ...
... morning pathway to the train ; The eagle - eyed autumnal flowers Guard , as of old , the rustic arch Where the procession of the hours Moved by us in melodious march ; And red leaves through the sunset wood Still flicker down - like ...
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... morning , the sun rose broad and red , At first a rayless disk of fire , he brightened as he sped ; Yet , even his noontide glory fell chastened and subdued , On the cornfields and the orchards , and softly pictured wood . And all that ...
... morning , the sun rose broad and red , At first a rayless disk of fire , he brightened as he sped ; Yet , even his noontide glory fell chastened and subdued , On the cornfields and the orchards , and softly pictured wood . And all that ...
36. oldal
... morning's ruddy flame . The air was fresh and soft and sweet ; The slopes in Spring's new verdure lay , And wet with dew - drops at my feet Bloomed the young violets of May . No sound of busy life was heard Amid those pastures lone and ...
... morning's ruddy flame . The air was fresh and soft and sweet ; The slopes in Spring's new verdure lay , And wet with dew - drops at my feet Bloomed the young violets of May . No sound of busy life was heard Amid those pastures lone and ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON autumn sea beauty beneath Beware bird bloom blow blue breast breath breeze bright bugle calm CATARACT OF LODORE charms CHOCORUA clouds cold deep Designed and etched dream dying earth eyes flowers fooling thee FOREST fresh garden gentle GEORGE FULLER gleam glide golden grass green GREENWOOD TREE happy hath hear heart heaven High trolollie hills hither HUSKERS JAMES RUSSELL Lowell jingle John Anderson kiss lake Lauderbach laugh leaves light lollie LUCY LARCOM maiden meadows merry mighty moon morning MOUNT CHOCORUA murmur NATURE AND ART never o'er old kirk yard PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY play rain remember rest rill rocks rose round shade shines silence sing sleep smile snow soft solitude song soul sound stream summer sunset sweet Thomas Moran thou VALLEY BROOK W. J. Linton waters waves wend wild echoes flying WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings WINTER wood
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51. oldal - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
145. oldal - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
121. oldal - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
147. oldal - Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The Stars peep behind her and peer. And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,— Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high Are each paved with the moon and these.
147. oldal - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
129. oldal - And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping...
107. oldal - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
50. oldal - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
146. oldal - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
148. oldal - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...