The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 72
19 psl.
... beneath , or in the water under the earth . " Truth is , of its nature , sublime . No fiction of the human imagination , even in the highest and rich- est forms which it is capable of assuming , can approach to that majesty which is her ...
... beneath , or in the water under the earth . " Truth is , of its nature , sublime . No fiction of the human imagination , even in the highest and rich- est forms which it is capable of assuming , can approach to that majesty which is her ...
21 psl.
... beneath the somber shade of a thick and leafy tree , the eye rests on the far - re ceding and hazy distance . " Similar passages may also be gathered from the letters of St. Basil and St. Gregory , * fathers of the Greek Church . And ...
... beneath the somber shade of a thick and leafy tree , the eye rests on the far - re ceding and hazy distance . " Similar passages may also be gathered from the letters of St. Basil and St. Gregory , * fathers of the Greek Church . And ...
29 psl.
... beneath the star - lit heavens , and acknowledge the meaning of the silence which has closed your lips . Is it not an overpowering , heartfelt , individual humility , blended with an instinctive adoration or acknowledgment in every ...
... beneath the star - lit heavens , and acknowledge the meaning of the silence which has closed your lips . Is it not an overpowering , heartfelt , individual humility , blended with an instinctive adoration or acknowledgment in every ...
56 psl.
... beneath , Caves from whose depth redoubled echoes rise , And rock on rock in circling shout replies . Now when the sun beneath the realms of night Dark winter drives , and robes the heavens with light The bees o'er hill and dale , from ...
... beneath , Caves from whose depth redoubled echoes rise , And rock on rock in circling shout replies . Now when the sun beneath the realms of night Dark winter drives , and robes the heavens with light The bees o'er hill and dale , from ...
57 psl.
... Beneath his peaceful shed he sought repose , And cull'd from earth , with changeful plenty stor❜d , Th ' unpurchas'd feasts that pil'd his varied board . At spring - tide first he pluck'd the full - blown rose , From autumn first the ...
... Beneath his peaceful shed he sought repose , And cull'd from earth , with changeful plenty stor❜d , Th ' unpurchas'd feasts that pil'd his varied board . At spring - tide first he pluck'd the full - blown rose , From autumn first the ...
Turinys
13 | |
15 | |
18 | |
31 | |
35 | |
54 | |
61 | |
62 | |
207 | |
220 | |
226 | |
238 | |
245 | |
253 | |
260 | |
270 | |
69 | |
80 | |
91 | |
112 | |
119 | |
125 | |
130 | |
134 | |
140 | |
142 | |
148 | |
157 | |
163 | |
171 | |
182 | |
188 | |
194 | |
278 | |
282 | |
288 | |
294 | |
307 | |
313 | |
325 | |
333 | |
342 | |
360 | |
369 | |
374 | |
380 | |
391 | |
411 | |
417 | |
427 | |
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1854 |
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
Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
Populiarios ištraukos
386 psl. - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
85 psl. - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
76 psl. - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
86 psl. - 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.
39 psl. - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
154 psl. - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
85 psl. - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
190 psl. - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
76 psl. - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
77 psl. - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.