Beauties of English LandscapeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 301 էջ |
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... turn Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark grove is heard his song And flocks which cluster to their bell , Recline along thy brink When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy ...
... turn Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark grove is heard his song And flocks which cluster to their bell , Recline along thy brink When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy ...
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... in my arms she slept ; And I kept watch over her slumbers there , While , as the shifting visions over her swept , Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept . SHELLEY . THE COOt was swimming in the reedy pond Beside the. 57 8.
... in my arms she slept ; And I kept watch over her slumbers there , While , as the shifting visions over her swept , Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept . SHELLEY . THE COOt was swimming in the reedy pond Beside the. 57 8.
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... turn . The corncraik was chirming His sad eerie cry , And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky ; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower , But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour . We heard and we ...
... turn . The corncraik was chirming His sad eerie cry , And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky ; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower , But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour . We heard and we ...
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... turn now , heart - broken and dreary , As the sun sets , to weep o'er the grave of my bride . While the sweet birds ... turning , Wear the night - watches , still thinking on thee , And darker than night breaks the light of the morning ...
... turn now , heart - broken and dreary , As the sun sets , to weep o'er the grave of my bride . While the sweet birds ... turning , Wear the night - watches , still thinking on thee , And darker than night breaks the light of the morning ...
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... turn the flock ; And , to his office prematurely called , There stood the urchin , as you will divine , 92 He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap, to stem or turn the flock.
... turn the flock ; And , to his office prematurely called , There stood the urchin , as you will divine , 92 He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap, to stem or turn the flock.
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beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bloom bosom boughs bower breathe bride bright BROTHERS calm Canst thou forget cliffs clouds Cold fear Coloured cottage Cushlo-mo-chree DALZIEL BROTHERS dark dear deep delight doth dream earth EDMUND EVANS ELIZA COOK fair fear flowers gentle gleam glide Grasmere grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour JOHN FRANCIS WALLER lassie leaf light live lonely look luve Maire bhan Astor merry morning mossy MOTHERWELL mountain murmur night o'er pleasure rills rocks round rove scene shade shepherd shines shore side sight silence sing sleep smile snow soft solitude song sorrow soul spread Spring stood stream summer tears thee thine thou art thoughts trees vale village voice wandering waters waves wild winds winter woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Էջ 14 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Էջ 50 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Էջ 236 - 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 200 - 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 56 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Էջ 56 - 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 30 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Էջ 232 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard, Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Էջ 222 - 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 122 - 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...