The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 էջ |
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... Trees . A Sketch .. An English Peasant's Cottage Ruth Simple Pleasures 157 From " The Complete Angler " . 164 161 The Milk - Maid's Song 166 162 The Milk - Maid's Mother's Answer ... 167 163 The Solitary Reaper .. 168 169 163 The ...
... Trees . A Sketch .. An English Peasant's Cottage Ruth Simple Pleasures 157 From " The Complete Angler " . 164 161 The Milk - Maid's Song 166 162 The Milk - Maid's Mother's Answer ... 167 163 The Solitary Reaper .. 168 169 163 The ...
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... Trees .. 202 Song . 194 The Birch - Tree ... 203 A Grove ...... 195 The Hemlock - Tree .. 204 The Oak ... 205 Windsor Forest .. 196 On an Ancient Oak . 205 Fairlop .... 197 Wood Notes 205 An Old Oak . 198 A Pine - Forest .. 207 Yardley ...
... Trees .. 202 Song . 194 The Birch - Tree ... 203 A Grove ...... 195 The Hemlock - Tree .. 204 The Oak ... 205 Windsor Forest .. 196 On an Ancient Oak . 205 Fairlop .... 197 Wood Notes 205 An Old Oak . 198 A Pine - Forest .. 207 Yardley ...
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... trees . Garden and song were thus closely connected by them ; and if one may judge from brief views received through others , their poetry has very frequently indeed some- thing of a horticultural character . Their busy , practical hab ...
... trees . Garden and song were thus closely connected by them ; and if one may judge from brief views received through others , their poetry has very frequently indeed some- thing of a horticultural character . Their busy , practical hab ...
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... tree that is pleasant to the sight . " This simple phrase , taken in connection with all its sublime relations of time and place ... trees of the wood have afforded to men , independently of their uses ; the many peaceful homes they have ...
... tree that is pleasant to the sight . " This simple phrase , taken in connection with all its sublime relations of time and place ... trees of the wood have afforded to men , independently of their uses ; the many peaceful homes they have ...
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... trees of the wood , the fowls of the air , the fishes of the sea - every living thing that moveth upon earth - all have been given into his hand - all are subject to his dominion— all are the gifts of Jehovah . A But , ere time had ...
... trees of the wood , the fowls of the air , the fishes of the sea - every living thing that moveth upon earth - all have been given into his hand - all are subject to his dominion— all are the gifts of Jehovah . A But , ere time had ...
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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 amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright brow buds charms cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light live look meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring Nature nest never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spide stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale valleys 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.