The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 Seiten |
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... thou art so unconning , How darst thou put thy self in prees for drede ? It is wonder that thou wexest not rede ! Sith that thou wost full lite who shall behold Thy rude langage , full boistously unfold . GEOFFREY CHAUCER , 1328–1399 ...
... thou art so unconning , How darst thou put thy self in prees for drede ? It is wonder that thou wexest not rede ! Sith that thou wost full lite who shall behold Thy rude langage , full boistously unfold . GEOFFREY CHAUCER , 1328–1399 ...
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... thou com'st - but , ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turns my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which still thou wert before , Delicious ...
... thou com'st - but , ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turns my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which still thou wert before , Delicious ...
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... thou dost to some high thought aspire , And some new - found - out bridegroom mean'st to wed : Tell me , ye trees ... thou , fair spouse of Earth , that every year Gett'st such a numerous issue of thy bride , How chance thou hotter shin ...
... thou dost to some high thought aspire , And some new - found - out bridegroom mean'st to wed : Tell me , ye trees ... thou , fair spouse of Earth , that every year Gett'st such a numerous issue of thy bride , How chance thou hotter shin ...
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... Thou , if stormy Boreas throws Down whole forests when he blows , With a pregnant , flowery birth , Canst refresh the teeming earth . If he nip the early bud ; If he blast what's fair or good ; If he scatter our choice flowers ; If he ...
... Thou , if stormy Boreas throws Down whole forests when he blows , With a pregnant , flowery birth , Canst refresh the teeming earth . If he nip the early bud ; If he blast what's fair or good ; If he scatter our choice flowers ; If he ...
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... thou whose powerful voice , More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed , Or Lydian flute , can soothe the madding wind , And through the stormy deep Breathe thine own tender calm . Thee , best beloved ! the virgin train await With ...
... thou whose powerful voice , More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed , Or Lydian flute , can soothe the madding wind , And through the stormy deep Breathe thine own tender calm . Thee , best beloved ! the virgin train await With ...
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breast breath bright brow buds charms cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight dost doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE lark leaf leaves light live look meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring Nature nest never night nightingale nymph o'er plain pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spide stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale valleys vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.