The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 էջ |
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... seen , such was not the case with the writers of Greece or of Rome ; and , as we have already ventured to intimate , it would appear that the great intellectual activity of those races , connected with the period of time filled by them ...
... seen , such was not the case with the writers of Greece or of Rome ; and , as we have already ventured to intimate , it would appear that the great intellectual activity of those races , connected with the period of time filled by them ...
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... seen all this wonder case , Thought I would assay in some manere , To know fully the trouth of this matere ; And what they were that rode so pleasantly : And whan they were the herber passed by , I drest me forth , and happed to mete ...
... seen all this wonder case , Thought I would assay in some manere , To know fully the trouth of this matere ; And what they were that rode so pleasantly : And whan they were the herber passed by , I drest me forth , and happed to mete ...
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... seen before . Hal . I believe this is one of the last autumnal flowers that insects of this kind haunt . In sunny days it is their constant point of resort , and it would afford a good opportunity to the entomologist to make a collec ...
... seen before . Hal . I believe this is one of the last autumnal flowers that insects of this kind haunt . In sunny days it is their constant point of resort , and it would afford a good opportunity to the entomologist to make a collec ...
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... seen ; When leaping first from earth , he did begin To climb his angel wings : then open hang Your crystal doors ! " so all the chorus sang Of heavenly birds , as to the stars they nimbly sprang . Hark ! how the floods clap their ...
... seen ; When leaping first from earth , he did begin To climb his angel wings : then open hang Your crystal doors ! " so all the chorus sang Of heavenly birds , as to the stars they nimbly sprang . Hark ! how the floods clap their ...
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... seen and past , And Nature says , " They are too sweet to last . " So blooms the rose , and so the blushing maid- Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! : See ! yon anemones their leaves unfold , With rubies gleaming , and ...
... seen and past , And Nature says , " They are too sweet to last . " So blooms the rose , and so the blushing maid- Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! : See ! yon anemones their leaves unfold , With rubies gleaming , and ...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1854 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1855 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1855 |
Common terms and phrases
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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Էջ 386 - 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...
Էջ 85 - 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.
Էջ 76 - 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.
Էջ 86 - 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 39 - 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...
Էջ 154 - 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...
Էջ 85 - 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.
Էջ 190 - 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.
Էջ 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Էջ 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.