The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 páginas |
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... dance and sing , Or who most womanly was in all thing . They had not daunced but a little throw , When that I hearde ferre off sodainly , So great a noise of thundering trumpes blow , As though it should have departed the skie ; And ...
... dance and sing , Or who most womanly was in all thing . They had not daunced but a little throw , When that I hearde ferre off sodainly , So great a noise of thundering trumpes blow , As though it should have departed the skie ; And ...
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... dance , And yede to meet hem with ful glad semblaunce . And every lady took full womanly By the hond a knight , and forth they yede Unto a faire laurer that stood fast by , With levis lade the boughes of great brede ; And to my dome ...
... dance , And yede to meet hem with ful glad semblaunce . And every lady took full womanly By the hond a knight , and forth they yede Unto a faire laurer that stood fast by , With levis lade the boughes of great brede ; And to my dome ...
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... dancing lively out , And the brag lambs ran wantoning about . That heaven and earth might seem in triumph both to shout . The engladdened Spring , forgetful now to weep , Began 66 SPRING . Sonnet on Spring Spring, at Easter.
... dancing lively out , And the brag lambs ran wantoning about . That heaven and earth might seem in triumph both to shout . The engladdened Spring , forgetful now to weep , Began 66 SPRING . Sonnet on Spring Spring, at Easter.
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... dance and play- Tell me , sweet birds , what is it you so fain would say ? And thou , fair spouse of Earth , that every year Gett'st such a numerous issue of thy bride , How chance thou hotter shin'st , and draw'st more near ? Sure thou ...
... dance and play- Tell me , sweet birds , what is it you so fain would say ? And thou , fair spouse of Earth , that every year Gett'st such a numerous issue of thy bride , How chance thou hotter shin'st , and draw'st more near ? Sure thou ...
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... dance about the lands , The while the fields , struck with the heavenly light , Set all their flowers a smiling at the sight ; The trees laugh with their blossoms , and the sound Of the triumphant shout of praise , that crown'd The ...
... dance about the lands , The while the fields , struck with the heavenly light , Set all their flowers a smiling at the sight ; The trees laugh with their blossoms , and the sound Of the triumphant shout of praise , that crown'd The ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABRAHAM COWLEY ALFRED TENNYSON amid autumn beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blue boughs bowers breast breath bright buds charms clouds cuckoo dance dark delight doth Duke of Orleans earth fair fairy field flocks flowers forest fresh garden gentle GILES FLETCHER golden grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hues JOHN CLARE JOHN KEBLE Katydid leaf leaves light live look meadows merry morning mountain murmuring Nature never night nightingale o'er plain pleasure poet purple rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rock rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shines shower silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spide spring storm stream summer sweet thee thine things thou art Translation tree unto vale voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter wood youth
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Página 408 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 98 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 144 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 226 Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 61 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Página 158 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Página 211 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 84 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations. Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Página 248 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Página 98 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 406 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.