Woodland and Wild: A Selection of Descriptive PoetrySeeley, Jackson, and Halliday, 1868 - 132 psl. |
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... . And oft in pleasure's dreams they hie Round homesteads by the village side , Scratching the hedgerow mosses by , Where painted pooty shells abide ; Mistaking oft the ivy spray For leaves that come with. 2 WOODLAND AND WILD .
... . And oft in pleasure's dreams they hie Round homesteads by the village side , Scratching the hedgerow mosses by , Where painted pooty shells abide ; Mistaking oft the ivy spray For leaves that come with. 2 WOODLAND AND WILD .
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... dreaming things that walk in sleep . The mavis thrush with wild delight , Upon the orchard's dripping tree , Mutters , to see the day so bright , Fragments of young hope's poesy : And oft dame stops her buzzing wheel To hear the robin's ...
... dreaming things that walk in sleep . The mavis thrush with wild delight , Upon the orchard's dripping tree , Mutters , to see the day so bright , Fragments of young hope's poesy : And oft dame stops her buzzing wheel To hear the robin's ...
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... dreams of summer's sound , And quiet rapture fills the eye . Thus nature of the spring will dream While south winds thaw ; but soon again Frost breathes upon the stiffening stream , And numbs it into ice : the plain Soon wears its ...
... dreams of summer's sound , And quiet rapture fills the eye . Thus nature of the spring will dream While south winds thaw ; but soon again Frost breathes upon the stiffening stream , And numbs it into ice : the plain Soon wears its ...
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... dream ) , I hurried with him to our orchard - plot , And he beheld the moon , and , hushed at once , Suspends his sobs , and laughs most silently , While his fair eyes , that swam with undropped tears , Did glitter in the yellow ...
... dream ) , I hurried with him to our orchard - plot , And he beheld the moon , and , hushed at once , Suspends his sobs , and laughs most silently , While his fair eyes , that swam with undropped tears , Did glitter in the yellow ...
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... dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 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 . Yet if ...
... dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 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 . Yet if ...
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A. H. Clough Autumn beauty beneath birds blast blue bough bower breast breath breeze bright brook buds busy bee calm Christina Rossetti cloud crimson skies curious pastime dead deep delight doth dream earth faint fair fall feet flowers forest fresh gale gentle glad gleam glen glowworm golden grass green grove happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills Isa Craig lazy Kate leaf leaves light LIME BLOSSOMS lonely loud March month moon morning mountain murmuring nest night nook o'er ocean pale pinx rain rills rise river Rosa Bonheur rose round S. T. Coleridge shade shine side silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song spring stars stream summer sweet swelling thee ther things thou art thou busy thought thunder tree vale voice vrom wake waves wild wind wings winter woods Wordsworth yarms yellow
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25 psl. - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
93 psl. - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
93 psl. - 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 And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
26 psl. - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
114 psl. - The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, Through all the gloomy day.
24 psl. - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
37 psl. - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene; Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
17 psl. - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
30 psl. - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
13 psl. - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.