The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... wide sphere , and offers in its many different fields , old and new , all the variety that the most capricious spirit could desire . In col- lecting the different passages , the editor has allowed herself a wide sweep of the net ; it ...
... wide sphere , and offers in its many different fields , old and new , all the variety that the most capricious spirit could desire . In col- lecting the different passages , the editor has allowed herself a wide sweep of the net ; it ...
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... wide a field opened in every direction , became in itself a prominent cause of this peculiar deficiency of their literature . Whatever admiration they felt for nature expressed itself in positive forms of art , or in an imaginative ...
... wide a field opened in every direction , became in itself a prominent cause of this peculiar deficiency of their literature . Whatever admiration they felt for nature expressed itself in positive forms of art , or in an imaginative ...
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... wide horizon for observation opens about him to - day in the fields , as else- where . Science , commerce , painting , sculpture , horticulture -all the higher arts , in fact - are so many noble laborers hourly toiling for his benefit ...
... wide horizon for observation opens about him to - day in the fields , as else- where . Science , commerce , painting , sculpture , horticulture -all the higher arts , in fact - are so many noble laborers hourly toiling for his benefit ...
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... wide difference between the Christian and the heathen poet . And which of these two views is the most ennobling , each of us may easily decide for himself . Look at the simple flower of the field ; behold it blooming at the gracious ...
... wide difference between the Christian and the heathen poet . And which of these two views is the most ennobling , each of us may easily decide for himself . Look at the simple flower of the field ; behold it blooming at the gracious ...
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... wide , So rich a fielde coud not be espide On no coast , as of the quantity , For of all good thing there was plenty . And I that all this pleasaunt sight sie , Thought sodainly I felt so sweet an aire Of the eglentere , that certainely ...
... wide , So rich a fielde coud not be espide On no coast , as of the quantity , For of all good thing there was plenty . And I that all this pleasaunt sight sie , Thought sodainly I felt so sweet an aire Of the eglentere , that certainely ...
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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 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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