Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 páginas |
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... natural one , originating in love of the subject , and a desire that others , especially the young , should feel its beauty , and enjoy the pleasure of familiarity with the best and high- est thoughts upon it . The idea of such a ...
... natural one , originating in love of the subject , and a desire that others , especially the young , should feel its beauty , and enjoy the pleasure of familiarity with the best and high- est thoughts upon it . The idea of such a ...
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... nature's scrolls , Or sweet thoughts from the heart of mother earth ; Or wind - rocked cradles , where the bees in rolls Of odorous leaves are wont to lie in mirth , Full - hearted , murmuring the hours away Like little children busy at ...
... nature's scrolls , Or sweet thoughts from the heart of mother earth ; Or wind - rocked cradles , where the bees in rolls Of odorous leaves are wont to lie in mirth , Full - hearted , murmuring the hours away Like little children busy at ...
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... Nature stoop to drink ; Not alone in her vast dome of glory , Not on graves of bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ...
... Nature stoop to drink ; Not alone in her vast dome of glory , Not on graves of bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ...
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... Nature in your childhood ; Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; Worship Him in your sports ; worship Him ever ; Worship Him in the wildwood ; Worship Him amidst the flowers ; - In the green - wood bowers ; Pluck the buttercups ...
... Nature in your childhood ; Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; Worship Him in your sports ; worship Him ever ; Worship Him in the wildwood ; Worship Him amidst the flowers ; - In the green - wood bowers ; Pluck the buttercups ...
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... Nature's love of thee partake , Her much - loved Daisy ! Thee Winter in the garland wears That thinly decks his few gray hairs ; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs , That she may sun thee ; Whole Summer - fields are thine by ...
... Nature's love of thee partake , Her much - loved Daisy ! Thee Winter in the garland wears That thinly decks his few gray hairs ; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs , That she may sun thee ; Whole Summer - fields are thine by ...
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Garden Walks with the Poets (Classic Reprint) Mrs. Caroline Matilda Kirkland Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ANDREW MARVELL Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheer child clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fade fair fairy fancy flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE glad glowing golden green happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy HYMN JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jeune leaf leaves LEIGH HUNT light Lily look MARY HOWITT morning Nature's night o'er perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh sing skies smile snow soft song sorrow soul Southey spirit Spring stars stream Summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thing thou art thought tree vernal violets wild winds wings Winter
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Página 168 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Página 128 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 241 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 42 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 167 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial, loved return ! For when thy folding star — arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge. And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin...
Página 129 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 20 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Página 254 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Página 178 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath, But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
Página 178 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.