Beauties of English LandscapeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 301 páginas |
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... child to me , A second self , far dearer and more fair PAGE 29 31 33 35 37 37 39 41 43 45 47 49 51 355 55 53 57 And in the weedy moat the heron , fond Of solitude , alighted 59 And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy ...
... child to me , A second self , far dearer and more fair PAGE 29 31 33 35 37 37 39 41 43 45 47 49 51 355 55 53 57 And in the weedy moat the heron , fond Of solitude , alighted 59 And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy ...
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... , rising from those lofty groves , Behold a Ruin hoary ! Short would be the summer day , Ever loving more and more 119 121 123 125 127 129 131 133 135 136 137 139 141 143 145 CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . And children are pulling . Fresh ...
... , rising from those lofty groves , Behold a Ruin hoary ! Short would be the summer day , Ever loving more and more 119 121 123 125 127 129 131 133 135 136 137 139 141 143 145 CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . And children are pulling . Fresh ...
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CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . And children are pulling . Fresh flowers The gentleness of heaven is on the sea Now swarms the village ... children trail their idle hands 187 CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . When stood the shortened herds amid xiii.
CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . And children are pulling . Fresh flowers The gentleness of heaven is on the sea Now swarms the village ... children trail their idle hands 187 CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . When stood the shortened herds amid xiii.
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... the repose of your silvery path Haunts of deer On errands bound to other vales , Leading sometimes an inexperienced child 211 213 215 " 217 219 221 223 225 227 CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . PAGE Alone she cuts and binds xiv.
... the repose of your silvery path Haunts of deer On errands bound to other vales , Leading sometimes an inexperienced child 211 213 215 " 217 219 221 223 225 227 CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS . PAGE Alone she cuts and binds xiv.
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... Children sport upon the shore , And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore Abrupt and horrid as the tempest roars , Thunder and flash upon the steadfast shores In this still place , remote from men , Sleeps Ossian , in the Narrow Glen ...
... Children sport upon the shore , And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore Abrupt and horrid as the tempest roars , Thunder and flash upon the steadfast shores In this still place , remote from men , Sleeps Ossian , in the Narrow Glen ...
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Beauties of English Landscape (Classic Reprint) Myles Birket Foster Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bloom bosom boughs bower breathe bride bright BROTHERS calm Canst thou forget cliffs clouds Cold fear Coloured cottage Cushlo-mo-chree DALZIEL BROTHERS dark dear deep delight doth dream earth EDMUND EVANS ELIZA COOK fair fear flowers gentle gleam glide Grasmere grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour JOHN FRANCIS WALLER lassie leaf light live lonely look luve Maire bhan Astor merry morning mossy MOTHERWELL mountain murmur night o'er pleasure rills rocks round rove scene shade shepherd shines shore side sight silence sing sleep smile snow soft solitude song sorrow soul spread Spring stood stream summer tears thee thine thou art thoughts trees vale village voice wandering waters waves wild winds winter woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Página 14 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 50 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 236 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 200 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 56 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Página 56 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 30 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Página 232 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard, Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Página 222 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 122 - NUNS fret not at their Convent's narrow room ; And Hermits are contented with their Cells ; And Students with their pensive Citadels : Maids at the Wheel, the Weaver at his Loom, Sit blithe and happy; Bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Pea.k of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...