Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 |
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... eyes , And we will pluck the finest , and entwine Chaplets , and lay them on thy rural shrine , And sing our choral hymns , melodious , sweet , And dance with nimble feet , And worship thee as now , serenely gay The goddess of the ...
... eyes , And we will pluck the finest , and entwine Chaplets , and lay them on thy rural shrine , And sing our choral hymns , melodious , sweet , And dance with nimble feet , And worship thee as now , serenely gay The goddess of the ...
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... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay . Brilliant hopes , all ... eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn . Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in ...
... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay . Brilliant hopes , all ... eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn . Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in ...
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... eye Art saddening all the beauty of the morn , I hasten from a presence so forlorn , Nor e'er will emblem find , when most I sigh , For love so dear as mine , in aught so wry As thy ... eyes . Song in Praise of Spring . HEN the wind blows.
... eye Art saddening all the beauty of the morn , I hasten from a presence so forlorn , Nor e'er will emblem find , when most I sigh , For love so dear as mine , in aught so wry As thy ... eyes . Song in Praise of Spring . HEN the wind blows.
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... eyes Uplook in mine in morning's hours , Taking their color from the skies : Of heaven they learn ; To heaven they turn Their opening eyes at break of day ; And heaven doth shed On each fair head , A blessing on them where they lay ; A ...
... eyes Uplook in mine in morning's hours , Taking their color from the skies : Of heaven they learn ; To heaven they turn Their opening eyes at break of day ; And heaven doth shed On each fair head , A blessing on them where they lay ; A ...
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... , which she scatters now To rich and poor alike , with lavish hand , Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value , but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye . THE DANDELION . 53 Thou art my tropics and mine.
... , which she scatters now To rich and poor alike , with lavish hand , Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value , but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye . THE DANDELION . 53 Thou art my tropics and mine.
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Garden Walks with the Poets (Classic Reprint) Mrs. Caroline Matilda Kirkland Podgląd niedostępny - 2017 |
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
angels Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath blessed bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups charms cheer child clouds Countess of Winchelsea creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fade fair fairy fancy FLOWER ANGELS flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle glad glory glowing golden golden air green happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy idlesse Jeune leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lily lips lonely look Mary Howitt merry morning Nature's night o'er ODE ON MELANCHOLY perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain Robert Herrick rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh silent sing skies smile snow soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sunny sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought tree violets whisper wild winds wings
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Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.