Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons |
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... Falling- stars . - Figures of Clouds . - Beauty of Solitude . - Trees . - Fallow - deer .-- Copse . - Description of a Glen . - Beautiful Scenery . - Fountain . - Water- fall . - Sound of Waters . - Leigh Hunt's description of August ...
... Falling- stars . - Figures of Clouds . - Beauty of Solitude . - Trees . - Fallow - deer .-- Copse . - Description of a Glen . - Beautiful Scenery . - Fountain . - Water- fall . - Sound of Waters . - Leigh Hunt's description of August ...
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... the waving flowers , And babbling tongues in foamy floods , And dreamy tones in falling showers ; - In everything we hear and see A deep , a thrilling oratʼry . B Oh deem not that the forest - glen , With BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY Page.
... the waving flowers , And babbling tongues in foamy floods , And dreamy tones in falling showers ; - In everything we hear and see A deep , a thrilling oratʼry . B Oh deem not that the forest - glen , With BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY Page.
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... falling , so absorbed were we in watching the gorgeous colourings of the rainbow . Life was then a wide field of flowers , over which breeze and sunshine chased each other : we but laughed as we rose elastic from the airy footsteps of ...
... falling , so absorbed were we in watching the gorgeous colourings of the rainbow . Life was then a wide field of flowers , over which breeze and sunshine chased each other : we but laughed as we rose elastic from the airy footsteps of ...
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... falling showers , and heard not a sweet voice wile away the heavy darkness . We heard the footstep of a mourner in the silent snow , and saw a ghastly face when it appeared , and found the blackness of death upon the place where it had ...
... falling showers , and heard not a sweet voice wile away the heavy darkness . We heard the footstep of a mourner in the silent snow , and saw a ghastly face when it appeared , and found the blackness of death upon the place where it had ...
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... shunned the town , in which the works of man ob- scured those of his Maker , and sighed for mountain , river , forest , and field ; in which he was at last indulged more than falls to the lot of bards in modern days . THE COUNTRY . 19.
... shunned the town , in which the works of man ob- scured those of his Maker , and sighed for mountain , river , forest , and field ; in which he was at last indulged more than falls to the lot of bards in modern days . THE COUNTRY . 19.
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Page 175 - 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, Cluster'd 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.
Page 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Page 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Page 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Page 283 - 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. It is the hush of night...