The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New |
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... Thrush .. 396 393 Sonnet ... 397 394 Spring and Winter .... 397 394 Woods in Winter .. 398 394 Winter 399 395 XXVIII . Medley . Fragment from the Greek of Aristotle 400 Italian Song . 408 The Creation of the Earth . 401 A Farm Scene in ...
... Thrush .. 396 393 Sonnet ... 397 394 Spring and Winter .... 397 394 Woods in Winter .. 398 394 Winter 399 395 XXVIII . Medley . Fragment from the Greek of Aristotle 400 Italian Song . 408 The Creation of the Earth . 401 A Farm Scene in ...
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... Thrush .. Winter Song . 393 Sonnet ........ Holly Song .. 394 Spring and Winter .. An Old - Fashioned Holly Hedge .. Christmas Carol .... 394 Woods in Winter .... 394 Winter The Seasons 395 Italian Song ..... The Creation of the Earth ...
... Thrush .. Winter Song . 393 Sonnet ........ Holly Song .. 394 Spring and Winter .. An Old - Fashioned Holly Hedge .. Christmas Carol .... 394 Woods in Winter .... 394 Winter The Seasons 395 Italian Song ..... The Creation of the Earth ...
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... thrush , the nightingale's sad strains , Which in dark shades seem to deplore my wrongs ? For what doth serve all that this world contains , Since she for whom those once to me were dear , Can have no part of them now with me here ...
... thrush , the nightingale's sad strains , Which in dark shades seem to deplore my wrongs ? For what doth serve all that this world contains , Since she for whom those once to me were dear , Can have no part of them now with me here ...
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... thrush To start less wild and scarce inferior songs ; For while of half the year care him bereaves , To damp the ardor of his speckled breast , The nightingale to summer's life belongs , And naked trees , and winter's nipping wrongs Are ...
... thrush To start less wild and scarce inferior songs ; For while of half the year care him bereaves , To damp the ardor of his speckled breast , The nightingale to summer's life belongs , And naked trees , and winter's nipping wrongs Are ...
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... thrushes , forth and sing ! Meet the morn upon the lea ; Are the emeralds of the spring On the angler's trysting - tree ? Tell , sweet thrushes , tell to me ! Are 116 MAY .
... thrushes , forth and sing ! Meet the morn upon the lea ; Are the emeralds of the spring On the angler's trysting - tree ? Tell , sweet thrushes , tell to me ! Are 116 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.