Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 Seiten |
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... nature's scrolls , Or sweet thoughts from the heart of mother earth ; Or wind - rocked cradles , where the bees in rolls Of odorous leaves are wont to lie in mirth , Full - hearted , murmuring the hours away Like little children busy at ...
... nature's scrolls , Or sweet thoughts from the heart of mother earth ; Or wind - rocked cradles , where the bees in rolls Of odorous leaves are wont to lie in mirth , Full - hearted , murmuring the hours away Like little children busy at ...
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... Nature in your childhood ; Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; Worship Him in your sports ; worship Him ever ; Worship Him in the wildwood ; Worship Him amidst the flowers ; — In the green - wood bowers ; Pluck the buttercups ...
... Nature in your childhood ; Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; Worship Him in your sports ; worship Him ever ; Worship Him in the wildwood ; Worship Him amidst the flowers ; — In the green - wood bowers ; Pluck the buttercups ...
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... Nature's love of thee partake , Her much - loved Daisy ! Thee Winter in the garland wears That thinly decks his few gray hairs ; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs , That she may sun thee ; Whole Summer - fields are thine by ...
... Nature's love of thee partake , Her much - loved Daisy ! Thee Winter in the garland wears That thinly decks his few gray hairs ; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs , That she may sun thee ; Whole Summer - fields are thine by ...
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... nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure . Fresh - smitten by the morning ray , When thou art up , alert and gay , Then , cheerful Flower ! my spirits play With kindred gladness : And when , at dusk , by dews ...
... nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure . Fresh - smitten by the morning ray , When thou art up , alert and gay , Then , cheerful Flower ! my spirits play With kindred gladness : And when , at dusk , by dews ...
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... salute the sun As lark or leveret , Thy long - lost praise thou shalt regain ; Nor be less dear to future men Than in old time ; -thou not in vain Art Nature's favorite . 47 Mossgiel . Wordsworth . THERE , " said a stripling.
... salute the sun As lark or leveret , Thy long - lost praise thou shalt regain ; Nor be less dear to future men Than in old time ; -thou not in vain Art Nature's favorite . 47 Mossgiel . Wordsworth . THERE , " said a stripling.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath blessed bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups charms cheer child clouds Countess of Winchelsea creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fade fair fairy fancy FLOWER ANGELS flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle glad glory glowing golden golden air green happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy idlesse Jeune leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lily lips lonely look Mary Howitt merry morning Nature's night o'er ODE ON MELANCHOLY perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain Robert Herrick rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh silent sing skies smile snow soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sunny sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought tree violets whisper wild winds wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 168 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Seite 128 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 241 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Seite 42 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Seite 167 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial, loved return ! For when thy folding star — arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge. And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin...
Seite 129 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Seite 20 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Seite 254 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Seite 178 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath, But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
Seite 178 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.