The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... spread ; The lithe acanthus , and the ivy hoar , And myrtle blooming on the sea - beat shore . Yes , I remember where Galæsus leads His flood dark - winding through the golden meads , Where proud Ebalia's tow'rs o'erlook the plain ...
... spread ; The lithe acanthus , and the ivy hoar , And myrtle blooming on the sea - beat shore . Yes , I remember where Galæsus leads His flood dark - winding through the golden meads , Where proud Ebalia's tow'rs o'erlook the plain ...
58 psl.
... spreads throughout the whole- Heaven , earth , and sea , the universal soul ; Each at its birth from him all beings share , Both man and brute , the breath of vital air . There all returns , and loos'd from earthly chain , Fly whence ...
... spreads throughout the whole- Heaven , earth , and sea , the universal soul ; Each at its birth from him all beings share , Both man and brute , the breath of vital air . There all returns , and loos'd from earthly chain , Fly whence ...
59 psl.
... spread The spider watches her aërial thread . Yet still , when most oppress'd , they mostly strive , And tax their strength to renovate the hive ; Contending myriads urge exhaustless powers , Fill every cell , and crowd the comb with ...
... spread The spider watches her aërial thread . Yet still , when most oppress'd , they mostly strive , And tax their strength to renovate the hive ; Contending myriads urge exhaustless powers , Fill every cell , and crowd the comb with ...
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... spread the embosomed sail O'er waves light heaving to the western gale ; While village youths their brows with ivy twine , And hail with song the promise of the vine . In curious cells the bees digest their spoil , When vernal sunshine ...
... spread the embosomed sail O'er waves light heaving to the western gale ; While village youths their brows with ivy twine , And hail with song the promise of the vine . In curious cells the bees digest their spoil , When vernal sunshine ...
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... spreading tints steal o'er the dale ; And watch with patient eye , Thy fair , unfolding charms . O nymph , approach ! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cold , moist air , Throws his young maiden beams , And ...
... spreading tints steal o'er the dale ; And watch with patient eye , Thy fair , unfolding charms . O nymph , approach ! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cold , moist air , Throws his young maiden beams , And ...
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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 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright brow buds charms cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light live look meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring Nature nest never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spide stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale valleys vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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