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... Flock . 128 129 130 130 131 132 132 VIII . The Garland . 136 Wild Flowers .... 145 136 To the Sweet - Brier 147 ... 137 The Wild Honeysuckle 148 138 Wild Flowers .... 148 149 150 141 Alpine Flowers ... 153 To the Bramble Flower .. 142 ...
... Flock . 128 129 130 130 131 132 132 VIII . The Garland . 136 Wild Flowers .... 145 136 To the Sweet - Brier 147 ... 137 The Wild Honeysuckle 148 138 Wild Flowers .... 148 149 150 141 Alpine Flowers ... 153 To the Bramble Flower .. 142 ...
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... flock to feed , Nor Bacchus dar'd to trust th ' ungrateful mead , He there with scanty herbs the bushes crown'd , And planted lilies , vervains , poppies round ; Nor envied kings , when late , at twilight close , Beneath his peaceful ...
... flock to feed , Nor Bacchus dar'd to trust th ' ungrateful mead , He there with scanty herbs the bushes crown'd , And planted lilies , vervains , poppies round ; Nor envied kings , when late , at twilight close , Beneath his peaceful ...
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... flocks exulting play , And sailors roam , and Bacchus leads his throng , And bees to toil , and birds awake to song , Shall the glad bard be mute in tuneful spring , And , warm with love and joy , forget to sing ? Translation of ROBERT ...
... flocks exulting play , And sailors roam , and Bacchus leads his throng , And bees to toil , and birds awake to song , Shall the glad bard be mute in tuneful spring , And , warm with love and joy , forget to sing ? Translation of ROBERT ...
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... flocks , The happy shepherds leave their homely huts , And with their pipes proclaim the new - born day ! The lusty swain comes with his well - fill'd stoup Of healthful viands , which , when hunger calls , With much content and ...
... flocks , The happy shepherds leave their homely huts , And with their pipes proclaim the new - born day ! The lusty swain comes with his well - fill'd stoup Of healthful viands , which , when hunger calls , With much content and ...
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... tresses of the woods , With the light dallying of the west - wind play , And the full - brimming floods , As gladly to their goal they run , Hail the returning sun . JAMES G. PERCIVAL . VII . The Flock . DY YER'S poem of " 118 MAY .
... tresses of the woods , With the light dallying of the west - wind play , And the full - brimming floods , As gladly to their goal they run , Hail the returning sun . JAMES G. PERCIVAL . VII . The Flock . DY YER'S poem of " 118 MAY .
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Page 386 - 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...
Page 85 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 76 - 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.
Page 86 - 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 39 - 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...
Page 154 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Page 85 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 190 - 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.
Page 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.