"Under Green Leaves.": A Book of Rural PoemsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce & Huntington, 1865 - 96 էջ |
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... brow ; When she all night slept by the daisies ' side ; And now she soars where purity doth flow , Where new - born light is with no sin allied , And , pointing with her wings , heavenward our thoughts would guide . VI . In belted gold ...
... brow ; When she all night slept by the daisies ' side ; And now she soars where purity doth flow , Where new - born light is with no sin allied , And , pointing with her wings , heavenward our thoughts would guide . VI . In belted gold ...
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... brow ; What a landscape lies below ! No clouds , no vapors intervene ; But the gay , the open scene Does the face of Nature show In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And , swelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the sight ...
... brow ; What a landscape lies below ! No clouds , no vapors intervene ; But the gay , the open scene Does the face of Nature show In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And , swelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the sight ...
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... brow , That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both , a safety from the wind In mutual dependence find . ' Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; ' Tis now th ' apartment ...
... brow , That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both , a safety from the wind In mutual dependence find . ' Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; ' Tis now th ' apartment ...
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... brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day the wild blue waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou ...
... brow ; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day the wild blue waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou ...
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... brow . Go - but the circle of eternal change , Which is the life of Nature , shall restore , With sounds and scents from all thy mighty range , Thee to thy birth - place of the deep once more . Sweet odors in the sea air , sweet and ...
... brow . Go - but the circle of eternal change , Which is the life of Nature , shall restore , With sounds and scents from all thy mighty range , Thee to thy birth - place of the deep once more . Sweet odors in the sea air , sweet and ...
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Alfred Tennyson amid beauty beneath birds bless blossoms blue boughs bowers breath breeze bright brook brow busy Bee clouds Cuckoo daisies deep delight dewy dost doth earth ECHOING GREEN eyes fair flowers George Darley glad golden grass gray greenwood GRONGAR HILL grove happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie hither John Clare John Keats landscape lark leaves light linnet Little lamb lollie Lord Thurlow love good-morrow meadow meads merry murmuring Muse nest night NIGHT SONG nightingale nook noon o'er pipe Pluck primrose Robert Herrick round shade shepherd silver sing skies sleep soft SONG sound Spring star stream SUMMER MORNING sunny sweet thatch thee thou art thou busy thrush tree vale violets voice Wake wander wave weary wend wild Cherry-tree William Blake William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings woods
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Էջ 30 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ! Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die.
Էջ 96 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Էջ 14 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made 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 94 - 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...
Էջ 84 - Evening IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Էջ 26 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Էջ 20 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Էջ 75 - ... lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come, with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse ; Now, while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my song, Draw the...
Էջ 17 - DAFFODILS FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Էջ 5 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.