Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 |
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... close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , Entice the ...
... close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , Entice the ...
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... close investigation , we are in ignorance , and volumes have been writ- ten , and wise men puzzled , to discover the hiding - place of the swallow , a bird that resides with us during the summer , and then departs we know not whither ...
... close investigation , we are in ignorance , and volumes have been writ- ten , and wise men puzzled , to discover the hiding - place of the swallow , a bird that resides with us during the summer , and then departs we know not whither ...
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... close to its edge , on each side , and the tops are bent over the ditch and tied together . These poles , thus bent , form at the entrance of the ditch or pipe an arch , the top of which is ten feet distant from the surface of the water ...
... close to its edge , on each side , and the tops are bent over the ditch and tied together . These poles , thus bent , form at the entrance of the ditch or pipe an arch , the top of which is ten feet distant from the surface of the water ...
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... close down - folded tail , Watching his time to seize a straggling prey ; Or from some lofty crag he ominous howls , And makes approaching night more dismal still . " TWODOVES LIMETRY PO JLOVE CHOICE SPIRITS LANDCLUS FEBRUARY . And. 48 ...
... close down - folded tail , Watching his time to seize a straggling prey ; Or from some lofty crag he ominous howls , And makes approaching night more dismal still . " TWODOVES LIMETRY PO JLOVE CHOICE SPIRITS LANDCLUS FEBRUARY . And. 48 ...
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... close observa- tion , bursts upon us unaware ; —perhaps its situation is the most favoured by the sun , —and we behold it , with pleasure , covered with tiny leaves , the very foliage of a fairy forest , ere we were aware the change ...
... close observa- tion , bursts upon us unaware ; —perhaps its situation is the most favoured by the sun , —and we behold it , with pleasure , covered with tiny leaves , the very foliage of a fairy forest , ere we were aware the change ...
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Strona 175 - 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, Cluster'd 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.
Strona 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Strona 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strona 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Strona 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Strona 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Strona 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Strona 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Strona 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Strona 283 - 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. It is the hush of night...