The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... once more embodied in novel and imposing labors of art ; scarce a fine effect of the branching woods which was not successfully repeated with great richness of detail in Gothic stone . The beauty of the vegetation , in its noblest forms ...
... once more embodied in novel and imposing labors of art ; scarce a fine effect of the branching woods which was not successfully repeated with great richness of detail in Gothic stone . The beauty of the vegetation , in its noblest forms ...
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... Once I beheld an old Corcyrian swain ; Lord of a little spot , by all disdain'd , Where never lab'ring yoke subsistence gain'd , Where never shepherd gave his flock to feed , Nor Bacchus dar'd to trust th ' ungrateful mead , He there ...
... Once I beheld an old Corcyrian swain ; Lord of a little spot , by all disdain'd , Where never lab'ring yoke subsistence gain'd , Where never shepherd gave his flock to feed , Nor Bacchus dar'd to trust th ' ungrateful mead , He there ...
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... once to me were dear , Can have no part of them now with me here ? WILLIAM DRUMMOND , 1585-1649 . SONNET ON SPRING . FROM THK FRENCH . Now Time throws off his cloak again Of ermined frost , and cold , and rain , And clothes him in the ...
... once to me were dear , Can have no part of them now with me here ? WILLIAM DRUMMOND , 1585-1649 . SONNET ON SPRING . FROM THK FRENCH . Now Time throws off his cloak again Of ermined frost , and cold , and rain , And clothes him in the ...
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... Ajax and Narciss did print , Ye wild thyme , anise , balm , and mint , I welcome ye once more . God shield ye , bright embroider'd train Of butterflies , SPRING . 69 The Airs of Spring Return of Spring Ode to Spring Spring.
... Ajax and Narciss did print , Ye wild thyme , anise , balm , and mint , I welcome ye once more . God shield ye , bright embroider'd train Of butterflies , SPRING . 69 The Airs of Spring Return of Spring Ode to Spring Spring.
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... once past changing were Fast in thy Paradise , where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shot up fair , Offering at heav'n , growing and groaning thither : Nor doth my flower Want a spring - shower , My sins and I joining together ...
... once past changing were Fast in thy Paradise , where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shot up fair , Offering at heav'n , growing and groaning thither : Nor doth my flower Want a spring - shower , My sins and I joining together ...
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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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ABRAHAM COWLEY ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms clouds cuckoo dance dark delight doth Duke of Orleans earth fair fairy field flocks flowers forest fresh garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE Katydid leaf leaves light live look meadows merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shines shower silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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408 psl. - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! 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!
98 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.
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