Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 էջ |
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... lonely walk From those green banks I turn now , heart - broken and dreary , As the sun sets , to weep o'er the grave of my bride . Upon the forest - side in Grasmere Vale There dwelt a Shepherd , Michael was his name His Helpmate was a ...
... lonely walk From those green banks I turn now , heart - broken and dreary , As the sun sets , to weep o'er the grave of my bride . Upon the forest - side in Grasmere Vale There dwelt a Shepherd , Michael was his name His Helpmate was a ...
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... lonely ear 1 157 159 161 163 165 . 167 169 I7I She has a Baby on her arm , Or else she were alone 173 His flock the chief concern he ever knew 175 And she shall lean her ear In many a secret place . 177 ' Neath thy sway to musing lie ...
... lonely ear 1 157 159 161 163 165 . 167 169 I7I She has a Baby on her arm , Or else she were alone 173 His flock the chief concern he ever knew 175 And she shall lean her ear In many a secret place . 177 ' Neath thy sway to musing lie ...
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... lonely eminence to climb 293 The wild deer sporting on the meadow ground 295 And celebrate the merry morn of May The yellow moonlight sleeps on all the hills 296 297 A stag sprang from the pasture at his call 298 What majesty attends ...
... lonely eminence to climb 293 The wild deer sporting on the meadow ground 295 And celebrate the merry morn of May The yellow moonlight sleeps on all the hills 296 297 A stag sprang from the pasture at his call 298 What majesty attends ...
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... lonely Yew - tree stands Far from human dwelling : what if here No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb ? What if these barren boughs the bee not loves ? Yet , if the wind breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the ...
... lonely Yew - tree stands Far from human dwelling : what if here No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb ? What if these barren boughs the bee not loves ? Yet , if the wind breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the ...
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... lonely sky To gaze upon our love and pure delight ; And in that hour's unbroken solitude , When the white moon had robed her in its beam , I've thought some vision of a blessed dream , Or spirit of the air before me stood , And held ...
... lonely sky To gaze upon our love and pure delight ; And in that hour's unbroken solitude , When the white moon had robed her in its beam , I've thought some vision of a blessed dream , Or spirit of the air before me stood , And held ...
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Astòr beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bloom blue bosom boughs bower breathe bright brook BROTHERS calm Canst thou forget cliffs clouds Coloured cottage DALZIEL BROTHERS dark dear deep delight doth dream earth EDMUND EVANS ELIZA COOK fair fear flowers gentle gilt edges gleam glide gloom Grasmere grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy harebells hath heard heart heaven Helpmate HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour hung lassie light live lofty lonely look Maire bhan Astor merry morning mossy mountain murmur night o'er pleasure rills rocks round rove scene shade shepherd shines shore side sight silence sing skies sleep smile snow soft solitude song sorrow soul spread Spring steep stone stood stream summer tears thine thou art thoughts trees vale village voice wandering waters waves wild winds winter woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Էջ 146 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Էջ 242 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Էջ 206 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Էջ 242 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Էջ 228 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Էջ 60 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Էջ 126 - NUNS fret not at their Convent's narrow room ; And Hermits are contented with their Cells ; And Students with their pensive Citadels : Maids at the Wheel, the Weaver at his Loom, Sit blithe and happy; Bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Pea.k of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Էջ 18 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Էջ 258 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee, Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Էջ 62 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.