Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 Seiten |
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... cup , And thou shalt quaff it ; thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn ; And , in the same moment , hark ! ar on er ! Shaded hyacinth , alway Sapphire queen.
... cup , And thou shalt quaff it ; thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn ; And , in the same moment , hark ! ar on er ! Shaded hyacinth , alway Sapphire queen.
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... hear us now , Gathered to worship thee in shady bowers ; Accept the benediction and the vow We offer thee that thou hast spared the flowers ; The Spring has been a cold belated one , Dark clouds and showers , and a little sun , And in ...
... hear us now , Gathered to worship thee in shady bowers ; Accept the benediction and the vow We offer thee that thou hast spared the flowers ; The Spring has been a cold belated one , Dark clouds and showers , and a little sun , And in ...
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... hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies . Ah ! passing few are they who speak , Wild , stormy month , in praise of thee ; Yet , though thy winds are loud and bleak , Thou art a welcome month to me . For thou to ...
... hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies . Ah ! passing few are they who speak , Wild , stormy month , in praise of thee ; Yet , though thy winds are loud and bleak , Thou art a welcome month to me . For thou to ...
Seite 64
... hear the gurgling of a rill , When from the ice broke loose it leaps and sings , But that my spirit bounds ; whene'er I see The dark brown mountain brightening into green , The emerald fields of wheat , the bud - tipped tree , I feel ...
... hear the gurgling of a rill , When from the ice broke loose it leaps and sings , But that my spirit bounds ; whene'er I see The dark brown mountain brightening into green , The emerald fields of wheat , the bud - tipped tree , I feel ...
Seite 65
... hear birds at morning and at eve : The tame dove lingers till the twilight falls , Cooing upon the eaves , and drawing in His beautiful bright neck ; and from the hills A murmur like the hoarseness of the sea Tells the release of waters ...
... hear birds at morning and at eve : The tame dove lingers till the twilight falls , Cooing upon the eaves , and drawing in His beautiful bright neck ; and from the hills A murmur like the hoarseness of the sea Tells the release of waters ...
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Garden Walks with the Poets (Classic Reprint) Mrs. Caroline Matilda Kirkland Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
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.