The Poetry of NatureSampson Low, Marston, Low, and Searle, 1867 - 72 oldal |
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actions learn ANDREW MARVEL antlers ARGYLESHIRE BARN-OWL BEN JONSON bird bloom blossom blow bosom bough bower bright broom budding CHARLOTTE SMITH cheer cloud COOPER covert creature crested lark Cytherean daisy doth e'en Eurus fern flowers gentle GILES FLETCHER grass green GREENAWAY EDMUND EVANS grey dawn grove HARE HARRISON WEIR hath hear heart heath HEATH-COCK Helvellyn hill HOWITT human voice JOANNA BAILLIE JUNE DAY LAMBS AT PLAY leaps light lilies lonely mark'd mate meads MEASOM merry mountain Nature's nest new-dropp'd lamb NIGHTINGALE noon NYMPH'S DESCRIPTION o'er the waste OLD SHEPHERD'S DOG pass'd Peeps roses round savage place scarce scatter'd seem'd shade shepherd sight skies sly fox snow sport spray Spring squirrel sultry Summer sunny SWALLOW sweet thee thine thou thrushes Thy pearly Turtle-dove VILLAGE BOY watch'd WATER-LILY waves weary WILD DEER wind wood WOODNOTE wreath Wren YOUNG ASS
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9. oldal - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
58. oldal - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
69. oldal - Which the great lord inhabits not ; and so This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.
40. oldal - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness ; And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
26. oldal - Glancing through that covert green. The dog is not of mountain breed ; Its motions, too, are wild and shy ; With something, as the shepherd thinks, Unusual in its cry : Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height ; Nor shout, nor whistle strikes his ear — What is the creature doing here ? It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps, till June, December's snow ; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn...
10. oldal - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
29. oldal - Midst nature's revels, sports that never cloy. A few begin a short but vigorous race, And indolence abash'd, soon flies the place ; Thus challenged forth, see thither one by one, From every side assembling playmates run ; A thousand wily antics mark their stay, A starting crowd, impatient of delay. Like the fond dove from fearful prison freed, Each seems to say, " come, let us try our speed...
27. oldal - This lamentable tale I tell! A lasting monument of words This wonder merits well, The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place.
10. oldal - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, jo In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright.
68. oldal - And hark ! the nightingale begins its song, " Most musical, most melancholy " bird ! A melancholy bird ! oh ! idle thought ! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch!