Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 Seiten |
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... wave Perennial , when autumn seeks her grave Among the withered leaves ; and breezes blow A dirge , and winter weaves a shroud of snow . Flowers ! oh what loveliness there is in flowers ! What food for thought and fancy rich and new ...
... wave Perennial , when autumn seeks her grave Among the withered leaves ; and breezes blow A dirge , and winter weaves a shroud of snow . Flowers ! oh what loveliness there is in flowers ! What food for thought and fancy rich and new ...
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... wave , by day and night , From every source your sanction bids me treasure Harmless delight . Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world of thought could furnish scope ? Each fading calyx a memento mori , Yet fount of ...
... wave , by day and night , From every source your sanction bids me treasure Harmless delight . Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world of thought could furnish scope ? Each fading calyx a memento mori , Yet fount of ...
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... wave ; They bear through every clime , The harvests of all time , On , on , for ever . The City Rose to the Wild Rose . Sarah Roberts . HE wild bee brought your message , THE Just at the peep of day , Tapping , buzzing at my window ...
... wave ; They bear through every clime , The harvests of all time , On , on , for ever . The City Rose to the Wild Rose . Sarah Roberts . HE wild bee brought your message , THE Just at the peep of day , Tapping , buzzing at my window ...
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... wave , And side by side , we'll weep and watch Over her early grave . The Fire - Fly . Barry Cornwall . ELL us , O Guide ! by what strange natural laws TELL This winged flower throws out , night after night , Such lunar brightness . Why ...
... wave , And side by side , we'll weep and watch Over her early grave . The Fire - Fly . Barry Cornwall . ELL us , O Guide ! by what strange natural laws TELL This winged flower throws out , night after night , Such lunar brightness . Why ...
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... wave . 243 Countless moons have since rolled in the long lapse of time ; Cultivation has softened those features sublime ; The axe of the white man has lightened the shade , And dispelled the deep gloom of the the thicketed glade . But ...
... wave . 243 Countless moons have since rolled in the long lapse of time ; Cultivation has softened those features sublime ; The axe of the white man has lightened the shade , And dispelled the deep gloom of the the thicketed glade . But ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ANDREW MARVELL Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheer child clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fade fair fairy fancy flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE glad glowing golden green happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy HYMN JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jeune leaf leaves LEIGH HUNT light Lily look MARY HOWITT morning Nature's night o'er perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh sing skies smile snow soft song sorrow soul Southey spirit Spring stars stream Summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thing thou art thought tree vernal violets wild winds wings Winter
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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.