The naturalist's poetical companion, with notes, selected by E. Wilson |
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... hour or half's delight And so to bid good - night ? ' Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite ! But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave ...
... hour or half's delight And so to bid good - night ? ' Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite ! But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave ...
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... hour . Oh ! try no more yon tedious fields , Come taste the sweets my garden yields ; The treasure of each blooming mine , The bud - the blossom - all are thine ! And careless of the noontide heat , I'll follow , as thy rambling guides ...
... hour . Oh ! try no more yon tedious fields , Come taste the sweets my garden yields ; The treasure of each blooming mine , The bud - the blossom - all are thine ! And careless of the noontide heat , I'll follow , as thy rambling guides ...
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... hour , The sun upon the water weaves Motions of light among the leaves Of a low - hanging bower ; And one old sycamore that dips Into the stream its dark green tips , And drinks all day and night : And opposite , the mountain high Doth ...
... hour , The sun upon the water weaves Motions of light among the leaves Of a low - hanging bower ; And one old sycamore that dips Into the stream its dark green tips , And drinks all day and night : And opposite , the mountain high Doth ...
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... Hour after hour , a stedfast look From off his perch was sent ; And yet , I thought , his eyes too bright , Too happy for an anchorite On lonely penance bent . Ah ! yes , for long his nest hath been Behind yon alder's leafy screen By ...
... Hour after hour , a stedfast look From off his perch was sent ; And yet , I thought , his eyes too bright , Too happy for an anchorite On lonely penance bent . Ah ! yes , for long his nest hath been Behind yon alder's leafy screen By ...
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... hours . up CLARE . THE GLOW - WORM . GEM of the lone and silent vale , Treasure of evening's pensive hour ! I come thy fairy rays to hail , I come a votive strain to pour . Nor chilly damps , nor paths untrod , Shall from thy shrine my ...
... hours . up CLARE . THE GLOW - WORM . GEM of the lone and silent vale , Treasure of evening's pensive hour ! I come thy fairy rays to hail , I come a votive strain to pour . Nor chilly damps , nor paths untrod , Shall from thy shrine my ...
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Strona 256 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Strona 48 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Strona 348 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Strona 404 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the...
Strona 404 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Strona 123 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Strona 273 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Strona 130 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Strona 48 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Strona 341 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.