The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... voice of song . What , for instance , was the most noble of their temples but the image in Dorian marble of some grand prime- val grove , whose gray , columnar trunks they found reflected in the waves of the Egean Sea ? What were the ...
... voice of song . What , for instance , was the most noble of their temples but the image in Dorian marble of some grand prime- val grove , whose gray , columnar trunks they found reflected in the waves of the Egean Sea ? What were the ...
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... voice perceive coud any where . And , at the last , a path of little brede I found , that greatly had not used be , For it forgrowen was with grasse and weede , That well unneth a wighte might it se : Thought I , this path some whider ...
... voice perceive coud any where . And , at the last , a path of little brede I found , that greatly had not used be , For it forgrowen was with grasse and weede , That well unneth a wighte might it se : Thought I , this path some whider ...
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... voices sodainly , The most sweetest and most delicious That ever any wight I trow truly Heard in their life , for the armony And sweet accord was in so good musike , That the voice to angels most was like . At the last , out of a grove ...
... voices sodainly , The most sweetest and most delicious That ever any wight I trow truly Heard in their life , for the armony And sweet accord was in so good musike , That the voice to angels most was like . At the last , out of a grove ...
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... voices sweet entuned , and so small , That me thought it the sweetest melody That ever I heard in my life soothly . And thus they came , dauncing and singing , Into the middes of the mede echone , Before the herber where I was sitting ...
... voices sweet entuned , and so small , That me thought it the sweetest melody That ever I heard in my life soothly . And thus they came , dauncing and singing , Into the middes of the mede echone , Before the herber where I was sitting ...
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... voices of summer . The movement of the little creature , also , is full of meaning , and attracts the eye as curiously characteristic of its nature ; it generally flies in lines more or less direct ; we see here nothing of the idle ...
... voices of summer . The movement of the little creature , also , is full of meaning , and attracts the eye as curiously characteristic of its nature ; it generally flies in lines more or less direct ; we see here nothing of the idle ...
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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!
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84 psl. - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations. Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
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98 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...
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