The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - Всего страниц: 428 Contains 5 poems by Wordsworth. |
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... Spring , " with other poems of that class , though peculiarly fitted for a compilation of this kind , will not be found in our table of Contents . But they have already been so often printed and misprinted , quoted and misquoted ...
... Spring , " with other poems of that class , though peculiarly fitted for a compilation of this kind , will not be found in our table of Contents . But they have already been so often printed and misprinted , quoted and misquoted ...
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... Spring Morning in Italy .. 85 86 3858 87 88 V. Lark and Nightingale . Page 92 The Nightingale .. INTRODUCTION ... Spring . 63 The Flower .. Spring Description of Spring . Spring On Spring .. 64 Ode 64 To Spring . 65 To Spring . 65 Spring ...
... Spring Morning in Italy .. 85 86 3858 87 88 V. Lark and Nightingale . Page 92 The Nightingale .. INTRODUCTION ... Spring . 63 The Flower .. Spring Description of Spring . Spring On Spring .. 64 Ode 64 To Spring . 65 To Spring . 65 Spring ...
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... Spring . 257 250 Gulls .... 238 252 The Fountain ... 258 252 The Stream of the Rock . A River Life compared to a Stream ... XVI . Fairies . Elves 262 Slavic 273 Hynde Etin .. 262 Cottage Fairy ............ . 274 The Fairy Queen ...
... Spring . 257 250 Gulls .... 238 252 The Fountain ... 258 252 The Stream of the Rock . A River Life compared to a Stream ... XVI . Fairies . Elves 262 Slavic 273 Hynde Etin .. 262 Cottage Fairy ............ . 274 The Fairy Queen ...
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... Spring and Winter ... 397 Woods in Winter .. 398 Christmas Carol .... 394 Winter 399 The Seasons 395 XXVIII . Medley . Italian Song ... 408 401 A Farm Scene in Portugal ... 408 Earth ... 402 From " The Lusiad " 411 The Shield of ...
... Spring and Winter ... 397 Woods in Winter .. 398 Christmas Carol .... 394 Winter 399 The Seasons 395 XXVIII . Medley . Italian Song ... 408 401 A Farm Scene in Portugal ... 408 Earth ... 402 From " The Lusiad " 411 The Shield of ...
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... spring , to cool our parched lips ; we need the flowers , to soothe without flattery ; the birds , to cheer without excitement ; we need the view of the green turf , to teach us the humility of the grave ; and we need the view of the ...
... spring , to cool our parched lips ; we need the flowers , to soothe without flattery ; the birds , to cheer without excitement ; we need the view of the green turf , to teach us the humility of the grave ; and we need the view of the ...
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Æneid ayen beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld blooming blossoms boughs bowers breath bright buds chapelets charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden GILES FLETCHER grass green grene Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hills hour hues Itylus lady lark laurer leaf leaves light living look Lord mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER plain pleasant pleasure poet rich rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE season shade showers silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wake wandering waves wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Стр. 95 - 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.
Стр. 136 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Стр. 402 - 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.
Стр. 172 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Стр. 207 - 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!
Стр. 95 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Стр. 165 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Стр. 166 - 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 192 - This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Стр. 141 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.