The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1854 - 428 psl. |
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... Look upward , " says St. Chrysostom , " to the vault of heaven , and around thee on the open fields in which herds graze by the water - side ; who does not despise all the crea- tions of art , when , in the stillness of his spirit , he ...
... Look upward , " says St. Chrysostom , " to the vault of heaven , and around thee on the open fields in which herds graze by the water - side ; who does not despise all the crea- tions of art , when , in the stillness of his spirit , he ...
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... look nearer to our own day , from the period of Thomson and Dyer to the present hour , the fact is self - evident , and needs no repetition of There have been instances , no doubt , among the greater English poets of the last fifty ...
... look nearer to our own day , from the period of Thomson and Dyer to the present hour , the fact is self - evident , and needs no repetition of There have been instances , no doubt , among the greater English poets of the last fifty ...
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... Look at the simple flower of the field ; behold it blooming at the gracious call of the Almighty , beaming with the light of heavenly mercy , fragrant with the holy blessing , and say if it be not thus more noble to the eye of reason ...
... Look at the simple flower of the field ; behold it blooming at the gracious call of the Almighty , beaming with the light of heavenly mercy , fragrant with the holy blessing , and say if it be not thus more noble to the eye of reason ...
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... look forward to some fu- ture day when a country roof shall cover their heads . They hurry to the cities to grow rich ; but very many take pleasure in returning at a later hour to their native village , or at least put up a suburban ...
... look forward to some fu- ture day when a country roof shall cover their heads . They hurry to the cities to grow rich ; but very many take pleasure in returning at a later hour to their native village , or at least put up a suburban ...
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... looks deep rev'rence draws , Crowds swarm on crowds , and hum their loud applause , Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the bee some sages have assign'd A portion of ...
... looks deep rev'rence draws , Crowds swarm on crowds , and hum their loud applause , Bear ' mid the press of battle on their wing , And , proud to perish , die around their king . Hence to the bee some sages have assign'd A portion of ...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms cheerful clouds cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth Duke of Orleans earth fair field flocks flowers forest fresh garden GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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