The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... rest ? Ye ice - falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain- Torrents , methinks , that heard a mighty voice , And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who ...
... rest ? Ye ice - falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain- Torrents , methinks , that heard a mighty voice , And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who ...
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... rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath , But hear no murmuring ; it flows silently O'er its soft bed of verdure . All is still- A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the ...
... rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath , But hear no murmuring ; it flows silently O'er its soft bed of verdure . All is still- A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the ...
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... rest . Thee wondrous we may call- Most wondrous this of all , That such a tiny throat Should wake so loud a sound , and pour so loud a note . MARIA TESSELSCHADE VISSCHER - Born in the 16th century . Translation of DR . BOWRING . THE ...
... rest . Thee wondrous we may call- Most wondrous this of all , That such a tiny throat Should wake so loud a sound , and pour so loud a note . MARIA TESSELSCHADE VISSCHER - Born in the 16th century . Translation of DR . BOWRING . THE ...
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... rest . Her joys are ever green - her world is wide ! Hark ! there she is , as usual ; let's be hush ; For in this black - thorn clump , if rightly guessed , Her curious house is hidden . Part aside Those hazel branches in a gentle way ...
... rest . Her joys are ever green - her world is wide ! Hark ! there she is , as usual ; let's be hush ; For in this black - thorn clump , if rightly guessed , Her curious house is hidden . Part aside Those hazel branches in a gentle way ...
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... rest My fathers , yet there doth the wild heather bloom ; And amid the old cairns the lark buildeth her nest , And sings in the desert , o'er hill - top , and tomb ! Translation of MRS . HOWITT . BLICKER . THE RISING OF THE LARK . For ...
... rest My fathers , yet there doth the wild heather bloom ; And amid the old cairns the lark buildeth her nest , And sings in the desert , o'er hill - top , and tomb ! Translation of MRS . HOWITT . BLICKER . THE RISING OF THE LARK . For ...
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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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