The Poetry of NatureD. Appleton & Company, 1861 - 111 páginas |
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... wings have fann'd , At that far height , the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; - Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And ...
... wings have fann'd , At that far height , the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; - Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And ...
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... wings have fann'd , At that far height , the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; - - Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And ...
... wings have fann'd , At that far height , the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; - - Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And ...
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... wing , Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring , And as he prunes his plumes of russet hue , Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true . Oft have I watch'd thy closing buds at eve , Which for the parting sunbeams seem'd to grieve ; And ...
... wing , Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring , And as he prunes his plumes of russet hue , Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true . Oft have I watch'd thy closing buds at eve , Which for the parting sunbeams seem'd to grieve ; And ...
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... wings to their haven , As if in his soul the bold animal smiled To his friends of the sky , the joint - heirs of the wild . Yes ! fierce looks thy nature , e'en hush'd in repose- In the depths of thy desert regardless of foes . Thy bold ...
... wings to their haven , As if in his soul the bold animal smiled To his friends of the sky , the joint - heirs of the wild . Yes ! fierce looks thy nature , e'en hush'd in repose- In the depths of thy desert regardless of foes . Thy bold ...
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... wings to their haven , As if in his soul the bold animal smiled To his friends of the sky , the joint - heirs of the wild . Yes ! fierce looks thy nature , e'en hush'd in repose— In the depths of thy desert regardless of foes . Thy bold ...
... wings to their haven , As if in his soul the bold animal smiled To his friends of the sky , the joint - heirs of the wild . Yes ! fierce looks thy nature , e'en hush'd in repose— In the depths of thy desert regardless of foes . Thy bold ...
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Términos y frases comunes
antlers ARGYLESHIRE BARN-OWL bees bird blithe spirit bloom blossom blows blue bough bower breast breeze bright broom CHARLOTTE SMITH cheer cloud covert crown'd CUCKOO daisy deep delight dost doth Edmund Evans fear fern FIDELITY flowers grass GREEN LINNET Greenaway grove HARE HARRISON WEIR hath hear heart heath HEATH-COCK heaven Helvellyn hill JOANNA BAILLIE JUNE DAY LAMBS AT PLAY leaps light lilies lonely mark'd meads Measom morning mountain music sweet Nature's NIGHTINGALE NYMPH'S DESCRIPTION o'er OLD SHEPHERD'S DOG Peeps pheasant pinions Praise of love purple RAM REFLECTED rose round savage place scarce scatter'd seem'd shade shelter'd shepherd shrill sight sing skies SKYLARK smile snow song sound spirit Spring SQUIRREL stream Summer sunny swallow thee thine things Thou art THRUSH'S NEST toil TURTLE-DOVE VILLAGE BOY Violet voice watch'd WATER-LILY WATERFOWL white dawn WILD DEER wind wings wood WORDSWORTH WREN YOUNG ASS
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Página 29 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 30 - 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.
Página 31 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 58 - O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 32 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Página 9 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 30 - In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 64 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Página 104 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Página 59 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky.