The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... Bower . 279 The Forest - Leaves in Autumn .. 287 Mist of the Mountain - Top . Emblem ... 282 Bohemian 287 288 A Landscape and its Associations .... 288 XVIII . The Calendar . The Opening Year .. 289 July 299 On Observing a Blossom ...
... Bower . 279 The Forest - Leaves in Autumn .. 287 Mist of the Mountain - Top . Emblem ... 282 Bohemian 287 288 A Landscape and its Associations .... 288 XVIII . The Calendar . The Opening Year .. 289 July 299 On Observing a Blossom ...
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... bowers . Anonymous Translator MANAGEMENT OF BEES . FROM THE FOURTH GEORGIC OF VIRGIL . * * * First , seek a station where no ruthless gale Dares the still hive and sheltered bees assail : Lest as they homeward droop , o'erdone with toil ...
... bowers . Anonymous Translator MANAGEMENT OF BEES . FROM THE FOURTH GEORGIC OF VIRGIL . * * * First , seek a station where no ruthless gale Dares the still hive and sheltered bees assail : Lest as they homeward droop , o'erdone with toil ...
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... bower , Began to glister in her beams ; and now The roses of the day began to flower In the Eastern garden ; for heaven's smiling brow , Half insolent for joy , began to show : The early sun came dancing lively out , And the brag lambs ...
... bower , Began to glister in her beams ; and now The roses of the day began to flower In the Eastern garden ; for heaven's smiling brow , Half insolent for joy , began to show : The early sun came dancing lively out , And the brag lambs ...
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... bowers ; If his rude breath threaten us , Thou canst stroke great Æolus , And from him the grace obtain , To bind him in an iron chain . THOMAS CAREW , 1600 . RETURN OF SPRING . FROM THE FRENCH . God shield ye , heralds of the spring ...
... bowers ; If his rude breath threaten us , Thou canst stroke great Æolus , And from him the grace obtain , To bind him in an iron chain . THOMAS CAREW , 1600 . RETURN OF SPRING . FROM THE FRENCH . God shield ye , heralds of the spring ...
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... bowers , And every stalk is garland'd with flowers ; In silken robes each hillock stands arrayed- Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! Clear drops , each morn , impearl the rose's bloom , And from its leaf the zephyr drinks ...
... bowers , And every stalk is garland'd with flowers ; In silken robes each hillock stands arrayed- Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! Clear drops , each morn , impearl the rose's bloom , And from its leaf the zephyr drinks ...
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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 |
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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
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