The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 Seiten |
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... . Nature seems to interest his understanding more than his moral perceptions ; he does not cling to her charms with the fervor and the plain- tive passion of the poet of modern times . " This passage of Schiller , quoted in " Cosmos , Page.
... . Nature seems to interest his understanding more than his moral perceptions ; he does not cling to her charms with the fervor and the plain- tive passion of the poet of modern times . " This passage of Schiller , quoted in " Cosmos , Page.
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... plain common sense , and even a vein of sterner wisdom are requisite ; that moderation which avoids excess is absolutely indispensable ; order and harmony of combination are needed ; dignity and self - respect are essentials ; natural ...
... plain common sense , and even a vein of sterner wisdom are requisite ; that moderation which avoids excess is absolutely indispensable ; order and harmony of combination are needed ; dignity and self - respect are essentials ; natural ...
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... horse the ninth alight anone , And so did all the remnant everichone . And forth they yede togider , twain and twain , That to behold it was a worthy sight , Toward the ladies on the greene plain , That song THE FLOWER AND THE 43 LEAF.
... horse the ninth alight anone , And so did all the remnant everichone . And forth they yede togider , twain and twain , That to behold it was a worthy sight , Toward the ladies on the greene plain , That song THE FLOWER AND THE 43 LEAF.
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Susan Fenimore Cooper. Toward the ladies on the greene plain , That song and daunced as I said now right : The ladies as soone as they goodly might , They brake of both the song and dance , And yede to meet hem with ful glad semblaunce ...
Susan Fenimore Cooper. Toward the ladies on the greene plain , That song and daunced as I said now right : The ladies as soone as they goodly might , They brake of both the song and dance , And yede to meet hem with ful glad semblaunce ...
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... plain , Once I beheld an old Corcyrian swain ; Lord of a little spot , by all disdain'd , Where never lab'ring yoke ... plains that stretch'd o'er summer feasts their shade . Ah ! fav'rite scenes ! to other bards resign'd , I leave your ...
... plain , Once I beheld an old Corcyrian swain ; Lord of a little spot , by all disdain'd , Where never lab'ring yoke ... plains that stretch'd o'er summer feasts their shade . Ah ! fav'rite scenes ! to other bards resign'd , I leave your ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms clouds cuckoo dance dark delight doth Duke of Orleans earth fair fairy field flocks flowers forest fresh garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE Katydid leaf leaves light live look meadows merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shines shower silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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Seite 408 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Seite 98 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 144 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 226 Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Seite 61 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Seite 158 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Seite 211 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Seite 84 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations. Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 248 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Seite 98 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Seite 406 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.