Woodland and Wild: A Selection of Descriptive PoetrySeeley, Jackson, and Halliday, 1868 - 132 psl. |
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... WINTER 125 G. CRABBE . THE SHORE . 88 ISA CRAIG . SNOW W. DRUMMOND . THE SONG - BIRD F. W. FABER . THE HEDGE - ROWS . THE CHURCH DIAL J. FLETCHER . FLOWERS AND BIRDS EVENING 118 15 58 112 22 39 288 REGINALD HEBER . THE RISING OF THE SUN ...
... WINTER 125 G. CRABBE . THE SHORE . 88 ISA CRAIG . SNOW W. DRUMMOND . THE SONG - BIRD F. W. FABER . THE HEDGE - ROWS . THE CHURCH DIAL J. FLETCHER . FLOWERS AND BIRDS EVENING 118 15 58 112 22 39 288 REGINALD HEBER . THE RISING OF THE SUN ...
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... WINTER J. R. LOWELL . THE DANDELION THE FOUNTAIN A SUMMER STORM . C. MACKAY . ANGLING PAGE 11 109 7 52 ཙཙ 54 64 29 55 92 23235 9 125 889 33 43 45 105 14 32 94 128 283 62 66 78 70 OWEN MEREDITH . A SEA - SIDE SONG . FADING CONTENTS . vii.
... WINTER J. R. LOWELL . THE DANDELION THE FOUNTAIN A SUMMER STORM . C. MACKAY . ANGLING PAGE 11 109 7 52 ཙཙ 54 64 29 55 92 23235 9 125 889 33 43 45 105 14 32 94 128 283 62 66 78 70 OWEN MEREDITH . A SEA - SIDE SONG . FADING CONTENTS . vii.
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... MRS . SIGOURNEY . THE THRUSH CAROLINE SOUTHEY . THE GARDEN R. SOUTHEY . THE BEE E. SPENSER . THE SEASONS 99 66 12 77 67 9 28 41 91 96 35 56 2233 24 82 48 64 55 129 J. THOMSON . THE DEPARTURE OF WINTER SHOOTING . HUNTING viii CONTENTS .
... MRS . SIGOURNEY . THE THRUSH CAROLINE SOUTHEY . THE GARDEN R. SOUTHEY . THE BEE E. SPENSER . THE SEASONS 99 66 12 77 67 9 28 41 91 96 35 56 2233 24 82 48 64 55 129 J. THOMSON . THE DEPARTURE OF WINTER SHOOTING . HUNTING viii CONTENTS .
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A Selection of Descriptive Poetry Woodland. J. THOMSON . THE DEPARTURE OF WINTER SHOOTING . HUNTING THE DEPARTURE OF THE BIRDS FROST THE AUTHOR OF THE " THREE WAKINGS . " A RAILWAY JOURNEY ARCHBISHOP TRENCH . SUNSET . From the German of ...
A Selection of Descriptive Poetry Woodland. J. THOMSON . THE DEPARTURE OF WINTER SHOOTING . HUNTING THE DEPARTURE OF THE BIRDS FROST THE AUTHOR OF THE " THREE WAKINGS . " A RAILWAY JOURNEY ARCHBISHOP TRENCH . SUNSET . From the German of ...
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... JACQUE . 86 A MORNING WALK SHOOTING IN THE FENS WOUNDED PARTRIDGE RABBIT WILD DUCK O. DE KROKOW 92 J. VEYRASSAT 98 E. TRAVIES 100 ROSA BONHEUR 114 E. TRAVIES 124 WOODLAND AND WILD . WINTER'S DEPARTURE . EE where surly F ALEXANDER PAGE.
... JACQUE . 86 A MORNING WALK SHOOTING IN THE FENS WOUNDED PARTRIDGE RABBIT WILD DUCK O. DE KROKOW 92 J. VEYRASSAT 98 E. TRAVIES 100 ROSA BONHEUR 114 E. TRAVIES 124 WOODLAND AND WILD . WINTER'S DEPARTURE . EE where surly F ALEXANDER PAGE.
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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.