Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 strán (strany) |
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Strana 60
... sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient ...
... sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient ...
Strana 78
... sound . I gazed on your sweet face Till tears fill'd my e'e , And they drapt on your wee loof --- A warld's wealth to me . Now the winter snaw's fa'ing On bare holm and lea , And the cauld wind is strippin ' Ilk leaf aff the tree . But ...
... sound . I gazed on your sweet face Till tears fill'd my e'e , And they drapt on your wee loof --- A warld's wealth to me . Now the winter snaw's fa'ing On bare holm and lea , And the cauld wind is strippin ' Ilk leaf aff the tree . But ...
Strana 108
... sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest powers attended . WORDSWORTH . A WINTER STORM . ON the passive main Descends the 108 Now let us, as we float along, For him suspend the ...
... sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest powers attended . WORDSWORTH . A WINTER STORM . ON the passive main Descends the 108 Now let us, as we float along, For him suspend the ...
Strana 120
... sound of city chime , At intervals heard through the breezeless air ; When not the limberest leaf is seen to move , Save where the linnet lights upon the spray ; When not a floweret bends its little stalk , Save where the bee alights ...
... sound of city chime , At intervals heard through the breezeless air ; When not the limberest leaf is seen to move , Save where the linnet lights upon the spray ; When not a floweret bends its little stalk , Save where the bee alights ...
Strana 198
... sound is lulled To slumber , save the tinkling of the rill , Or bleat of lamb , or hovering falcon's cry , Stretched on the sward , he reads of Jesse's son ; Or sheds a tear o'er him to Egypt sold , And wonders why he weeps ; the volume ...
... sound is lulled To slumber , save the tinkling of the rill , Or bleat of lamb , or hovering falcon's cry , Stretched on the sward , he reads of Jesse's son ; Or sheds a tear o'er him to Egypt sold , And wonders why he weeps ; the volume ...
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Astòr beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bloom blue bosom boughs bower breathe bright brook BROTHERS calm Canst thou forget cliffs clouds Coloured cottage DALZIEL BROTHERS dark dear deep delight doth dream earth EDMUND EVANS ELIZA COOK fair fear flowers gentle gilt edges gleam glide gloom Grasmere grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy harebells hath heard heart heaven Helpmate HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour hung lassie light live lofty lonely look Maire bhan Astor merry morning mossy mountain murmur night o'er pleasure rills rocks round rove scene shade shepherd shines shore side sight silence sing skies sleep smile snow soft solitude song sorrow soul spread Spring steep stone stood stream summer tears thine thou art thoughts trees vale village voice wandering waters waves wild winds winter woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Strana 146 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Strana 242 - 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...
Strana 206 - 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.
Strana 242 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Strana 228 - 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.
Strana 60 - 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...
Strana 126 - 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...
Strana 18 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Strana 258 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee, Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Strana 62 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.