Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 Seiten |
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... young , should feel its beauty , and enjoy the pleasure of familiarity with the best and high- est thoughts upon it . The idea of such a collection once entertained , the only difficulty was what to omit . No one who has not examined ...
... young , should feel its beauty , and enjoy the pleasure of familiarity with the best and high- est thoughts upon it . The idea of such a collection once entertained , the only difficulty was what to omit . No one who has not examined ...
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... young scribes who sometimes forgot the acknowledgment due to the author until it was too late to search him out . I beg that this explanation may be accepted by those who might justly feel themselves aggrieved by appropriations ...
... young scribes who sometimes forgot the acknowledgment due to the author until it was too late to search him out . I beg that this explanation may be accepted by those who might justly feel themselves aggrieved by appropriations ...
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... young Adonis , tusked by the boar , and Venus rained her tears- Bled life away , ( Look in their hearts a small ensanguined spot ! ) And here is pansy and forget - me - not , And trim Narcissus , vain and foolish elf , Enamoured ( would ...
... young Adonis , tusked by the boar , and Venus rained her tears- Bled life away , ( Look in their hearts a small ensanguined spot ! ) And here is pansy and forget - me - not , And trim Narcissus , vain and foolish elf , Enamoured ( would ...
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... young hands To increase your lands . Gather the primroses ; Make handfuls into posies ; Take them to the little girls who are at work in mills : Pluck the violets blue , - Ah , pluck not a few ! Knowest thou what good thoughts from ...
... young hands To increase your lands . Gather the primroses ; Make handfuls into posies ; Take them to the little girls who are at work in mills : Pluck the violets blue , - Ah , pluck not a few ! Knowest thou what good thoughts from ...
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... young again . The flowers are now as fresh as on that day When God said , " Let the earth bring forth her grass ; " And all at once , beneath the heaven's young ray , Clothed was the naked and unsightly mass . Upon the meadow spread a ...
... young again . The flowers are now as fresh as on that day When God said , " Let the earth bring forth her grass ; " And all at once , beneath the heaven's young ray , Clothed was the naked and unsightly mass . Upon the meadow spread a ...
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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
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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.