The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1854 - 428 psl. |
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... th ' entrusted care To rear the palace , and the dome repair ; The young , returning home at dead of night , Faint , droop beneath the thyme that loads their flight . Where'er a willow waves , or arbute grows , Or THE BEE . 57.
... th ' entrusted care To rear the palace , and the dome repair ; The young , returning home at dead of night , Faint , droop beneath the thyme that loads their flight . Where'er a willow waves , or arbute grows , Or THE BEE . 57.
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Susan Fenimore Cooper. SPRING . FROM THE GREEK OF ANACKEON . Behold the young , the rosy spring , Gives to the breeze her scented wing , While virgin graces , warm with May , Fling roses o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the ...
Susan Fenimore Cooper. SPRING . FROM THE GREEK OF ANACKEON . Behold the young , the rosy spring , Gives to the breeze her scented wing , While virgin graces , warm with May , Fling roses o'er her dewy way . The murmuring billows of the ...
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... young maiden beams , And with chaste kisses woos The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming vail Of lucid clouds , with kind and frequent shade Protects thy modest blooms From his severer blaze . Sweet is thy reign , but short ; the ...
... young maiden beams , And with chaste kisses woos The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming vail Of lucid clouds , with kind and frequent shade Protects thy modest blooms From his severer blaze . Sweet is thy reign , but short ; the ...
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... young birds sing , The chainless current glistens by , Till countless flowers like stars illume The deepening vale and forest gloom . O welcome , gentle guest from high , Sent to cheer our world below , To lighten sorrow's faded eye ...
... young birds sing , The chainless current glistens by , Till countless flowers like stars illume The deepening vale and forest gloom . O welcome , gentle guest from high , Sent to cheer our world below , To lighten sorrow's faded eye ...
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... young April , ever frail and fair , Wooed by her playmate with the golden hair , Chased to the margin of receding floods , O'er the soft meadows starred with opening buds , In tears and blushes sighs herself away , And hides her cheek ...
... young April , ever frail and fair , Wooed by her playmate with the golden hair , Chased to the margin of receding floods , O'er the soft meadows starred with opening buds , In tears and blushes sighs herself away , And hides her cheek ...
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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 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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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