The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... dances To the bird's tread , and to the quivering breeze ! How every blossom in the sunlight glances ! The winter ... Dance joyously the verdant vales along ; Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark ...
... dances To the bird's tread , and to the quivering breeze ! How every blossom in the sunlight glances ! The winter ... Dance joyously the verdant vales along ; Cold fear no more the songster's voice is sealing ; Down in the thick dark ...
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... dance of spring - tide's rosy hours ; And joyously o'er every field and plain , Glows the bright smile that greets them from above , And the warm spirit of reviving love Breathes in the air and murmurs from the main . But tears and ...
... dance of spring - tide's rosy hours ; And joyously o'er every field and plain , Glows the bright smile that greets them from above , And the warm spirit of reviving love Breathes in the air and murmurs from the main . But tears and ...
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... dancing from the cottage trees ; And when you listen , you may hear a coil , Of bubbling springs about the grassy soil ; And all the scene , in short - sky , earth , and sea- Breathes like a bright - eyed face , that laughs out openly ...
... dancing from the cottage trees ; And when you listen , you may hear a coil , Of bubbling springs about the grassy soil ; And all the scene , in short - sky , earth , and sea- Breathes like a bright - eyed face , that laughs out openly ...
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... Dance , and Provençal song , and sun - burned mirth ! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of the true , the blushful Hippocrene , With beaded bubbles winking at the brim , And purple - stained mouth , That I might drink , and ...
... Dance , and Provençal song , and sun - burned mirth ! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of the true , the blushful Hippocrene , With beaded bubbles winking at the brim , And purple - stained mouth , That I might drink , and ...
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... dancing from the east , and leads with her The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose . Hail bounteous May , that dost inspire Mirth , and youth , and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of ...
... dancing from the east , and leads with her The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose . Hail bounteous May , that dost inspire Mirth , and youth , and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of ...
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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 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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