Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - Всего страниц: 321 |
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... scenes - Extracts -His ambition as a poet - Posthumous renown - Ben Jonson - His enjoyment of country life - To Penshurst- To Sir Robert Wroth - Extracts - Herrick's Hesperides -His philosophy and his love - making - His love songs ...
... scenes - Extracts -His ambition as a poet - Posthumous renown - Ben Jonson - His enjoyment of country life - To Penshurst- To Sir Robert Wroth - Extracts - Herrick's Hesperides -His philosophy and his love - making - His love songs ...
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... scene - Winter within doors and without- Thomson and Cowper should be read at the same time— Extracts Field sports - Town and country life — The evils of the latter - The agricultural labourer - Government education - The author of ...
... scene - Winter within doors and without- Thomson and Cowper should be read at the same time— Extracts Field sports - Town and country life — The evils of the latter - The agricultural labourer - Government education - The author of ...
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... scene , and every lovely sound and colour that unite to make this world a blessed place still , in spite of all its sorrow . Nothing was too simple to attract his notice and win his love . The little birds , which make the bushes quake ...
... scene , and every lovely sound and colour that unite to make this world a blessed place still , in spite of all its sorrow . Nothing was too simple to attract his notice and win his love . The little birds , which make the bushes quake ...
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... scene , however retired and beautiful . HARTLEY . The imagination is such an erratic faculty , that it is almost impossible to say what will give it strength , or what may serve to render it utterly lethargic . Perhaps this power ...
... scene , however retired and beautiful . HARTLEY . The imagination is such an erratic faculty , that it is almost impossible to say what will give it strength , or what may serve to render it utterly lethargic . Perhaps this power ...
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... scenes . STANLEY . Yet if Spenser had not bent his mind to a loftier emprise , he might , like his own Calidore , have chosen to " set his rest amongst the rusticke sort , " with whom he deemed the greatest contentment was to be found ...
... scenes . STANLEY . Yet if Spenser had not bent his mind to a loftier emprise , he might , like his own Calidore , have chosen to " set his rest amongst the rusticke sort , " with whom he deemed the greatest contentment was to be found ...
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Стр. 103 - She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Стр. 127 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Стр. 232 - I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...
Стр. 261 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 275 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 52 - 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...
Стр. 62 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows ; And, when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Стр. 48 - twere well, and only therefore Desire to breed by me. — Here 's flowers for you ; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises weeping ; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Стр. 148 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...