Conversations on Poetry:: Intended for the Amusement and Instruction of ChildrenWilliam Darton, 1824 - 144 páginas |
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... rural sights and rural occupations ; but their late excursion , having occasioned an ab- sence of several months , gave to all their favourite walks the charm of no- velty , and on this day the variety of interesting objects by which ...
... rural sights and rural occupations ; but their late excursion , having occasioned an ab- sence of several months , gave to all their favourite walks the charm of no- velty , and on this day the variety of interesting objects by which ...
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... rural cots partly shaded with trees of luxu riant foliage , and around whose little trellis - porches the roses twined their fragrant , crimson blossoms ; the plains empurpled with heath , and the mea- dows , upon which whole flocks of ...
... rural cots partly shaded with trees of luxu riant foliage , and around whose little trellis - porches the roses twined their fragrant , crimson blossoms ; the plains empurpled with heath , and the mea- dows , upon which whole flocks of ...
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... rural and innocent amusements ! Did you observe the beehives ranged under that sunny wall in the garden , over which a vine hung its curling tendrils and purple clusters ? How delightful it must be to have bees to attend to ! And then ...
... rural and innocent amusements ! Did you observe the beehives ranged under that sunny wall in the garden , over which a vine hung its curling tendrils and purple clusters ? How delightful it must be to have bees to attend to ! And then ...
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... rural beauty , and of humble , unaspir- ing happiness , I grant you , " said Helen , " but so long as I live in the country , at our own delightful home , I shall not envy the farmer's daughters ! " 999 " I have heard it remarked ...
... rural beauty , and of humble , unaspir- ing happiness , I grant you , " said Helen , " but so long as I live in the country , at our own delightful home , I shall not envy the farmer's daughters ! " 999 " I have heard it remarked ...
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... rural life , " said Clara . " You are mistaken , my dear ; many of our most popular writers have selected this very subject as one peculiarly adapted to poetry . Milton , our great epic bard , thought it no degradation , even to his ...
... rural life , " said Clara . " You are mistaken , my dear ; many of our most popular writers have selected this very subject as one peculiarly adapted to poetry . Milton , our great epic bard , thought it no degradation , even to his ...
Términos y frases comunes
admire Æneid amuse bard Beaumaris beautiful virgin bees blossoms called charms Clara conversation convey instruction Copper-plates Cowper's dear deck delightful descriptive poetry didactic poetry epic poem epic poetry exclaimed fable fancy Fanny farmer's daughter father favourite flowers fond genius Geysers girl Greeks half bound happiness heard heath-fowl Helen hero Holborn Hill Homer Iliad illustrious imagination invention Iris language lines little Rosina lively lively colours lyre Maria Mary Elliott Mary Hughes Maurice ment metaphor Milton mind morning moun myrtle nature never o'er objects Orpheus papa pastoral poetry peculiar peeps plain Plates pleasures poet poetical composition prose repeat rise rural scene scenery scriptive shepherd simile sister SMALLFIELD smiling snow song species spring steam-vessel style suppose sure sweets tains taphor taste tell thee thing thou tion truth Ulysses understand verse village walk whilst William Darton young
Pasajes populares
Página 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Página 33 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Página 95 - 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; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Página 33 - I heard the bell toll'd' on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Página 127 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Página 34 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no...
Página 92 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 125 - He knew his lord ; he knew, and strove to meet ; In vain he strove to crawl and kiss his feet ; Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Página 27 - ... wood, — To thy protecting shade she runs, Thy tender buds supply her food ; Her young forsake her downy plumes To rest upon thy opening blooms. Flower of the desert though thou art ! The deer that range the mountain free, The graceful doe, the stately hart, Their food and shelter seek from thee ; The bee thy earliest blossom greets, And draws from thee her choicest sweets. Gem of the heath ! whose modest bloom Sheds beauty o'er the lonely moor : Though thou dispense no rich perfume, Nor yet...
Página 124 - Thus, near the gates conferring as they drew, Argus, the dog, his ancient master knew: He not unconscious of the voice and tread, Lifts to the sound his ear, and rears his head; Bred by Ulysses, nourish'd at his board, But, ah!