Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 էջ |
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... standing as it does upon the very verge of the metropolis , open to the invasion of nearly two mil- lions of individuals , how very few misconduct themselves , or either by word or deed call for the interference of the keepers ! Think ...
... standing as it does upon the very verge of the metropolis , open to the invasion of nearly two mil- lions of individuals , how very few misconduct themselves , or either by word or deed call for the interference of the keepers ! Think ...
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... standing in the centre of a village - green , with its drooping garlands and fading streamers : for when we gaze upon it , we conjure up happy groups ; we rush back to the olden time , when our forefathers congregated around it , with ...
... standing in the centre of a village - green , with its drooping garlands and fading streamers : for when we gaze upon it , we conjure up happy groups ; we rush back to the olden time , when our forefathers congregated around it , with ...
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... standing upon the grave of some one whose deeds have changed the destinies of a kingdom . I had often thought that the labour of our peasantry during the summer months was the most fatiguing that man could en- dure . I knew but little ...
... standing upon the grave of some one whose deeds have changed the destinies of a kingdom . I had often thought that the labour of our peasantry during the summer months was the most fatiguing that man could en- dure . I knew but little ...
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... standing out in deep shadow . The fir , beech , and elm show themselves to great advantage under this circum- stance . It is only in winter that we can observe these beau- tiful pencillings of the spray , the elegant lines so gracefully ...
... standing out in deep shadow . The fir , beech , and elm show themselves to great advantage under this circum- stance . It is only in winter that we can observe these beau- tiful pencillings of the spray , the elegant lines so gracefully ...
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... standing fearless amid dragons and lions and serpents , and churches o'ertopped by white - roofed cot- tages . And then we had stomachs for all these , and could swallow a church - steeple and all , or devour a lion without being choked ...
... standing fearless amid dragons and lions and serpents , and churches o'ertopped by white - roofed cot- tages . And then we had stomachs for all these , and could swallow a church - steeple and all , or devour a lion without being choked ...
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Էջ 175 - 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, Cluster'd 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.
Էջ 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Էջ 263 - 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.
Էջ 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Էջ 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Էջ 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Էջ 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Էջ 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Էջ 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Էջ 283 - 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. It is the hush of night...