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The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and ...
Joseph William Jenks
Zobrazenie úryvkov - 1856
aetion aneient beauty beneath blaek branehes breast breath Ceres deep delight deseend dread e'en eaeh eall eame eare earth eause ehange eharms ehase eheek eheerful ehief ehildren eireling eities elaim elean elear eliffs elime elose elouds eold eome eool eould eountry eourse erowd erowned faee fair faney fear fenee fields fieree fleeee floeks flowers foree frae graee green groves hand happy heart heaven Henee hills instinet labor merey morn mueh muse Naiad Nature's night nymphs o'er onee paee pain peaee plaee plain plough praise pride raee rage reeeive rieh rills rise roeks round saered searee seattered seen seeret seeure seorn shade sing smile soft soil song soul spread spring stream stretehed sueh swain sweet swelling teaeh thee thine thou toil toueh traee trees vale voiee wave whenee whieh wild winds wings Winter woods wreteh youth
Strana 237 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Strana 239 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Strana 242 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme ; He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Strana 241 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Strana 37 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Strana 367 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Strana 240 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Strana 239 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.