Beauties of English LandscapeG. Routledge, 1874 - 301 páginas |
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... feet Brook ! whose society the Poet seeks Thus reading , hymning , all alone , unseen , The shepherd boy the Sabbath holy keeps Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down And then , when he was brought to land , Full ...
... feet Brook ! whose society the Poet seeks Thus reading , hymning , all alone , unseen , The shepherd boy the Sabbath holy keeps Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down And then , when he was brought to land , Full ...
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... feet go dancing Like the waves upon the sea ! Tossing from thy snowy shoulder Golden curls with witching grace , Charming every new beholder With thine arch , expressive face . Sister Ellen ! I've been dreaming Of some lightsome summer ...
... feet go dancing Like the waves upon the sea ! Tossing from thy snowy shoulder Golden curls with witching grace , Charming every new beholder With thine arch , expressive face . Sister Ellen ! I've been dreaming Of some lightsome summer ...
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... feet I tread the hill That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods , The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden those deep solitudes Where , twisted round the barren oak ...
... feet I tread the hill That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods , The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden those deep solitudes Where , twisted round the barren oak ...
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... feet Wandered with mine , where earth and ocean meet Beyond the aërial mountains , whose vast cells The unreposing billows ever beat . Through forests wide and old , and lowing dells , Where boughs of incense droop over the emerald ...
... feet Wandered with mine , where earth and ocean meet Beyond the aërial mountains , whose vast cells The unreposing billows ever beat . Through forests wide and old , and lowing dells , Where boughs of incense droop over the emerald ...
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... feet . The length of full seven years , from time to time , He at the building of this Sheepfold wrought , And left the work unfinished when he died . Three years , or little more , did Isabel Survive her husband : at her death the ...
... feet . The length of full seven years , from time to time , He at the building of this Sheepfold wrought , And left the work unfinished when he died . Three years , or little more , did Isabel Survive her husband : at her death the ...
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Beauties of English Landscape (Classic Reprint) Myles Birket Foster Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.