Woodland and Wild: A Selection of Descriptive PoetrySeeley, Jackson, and Halliday, 1868 - 132 pagini |
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Pagina 12
... fair , And a fresh breath of spring stirred everywhere . Merlin and Vivian stopp'd on the slope's brow To gaze on the green sea of leaf and bough Which glittering lay all round them , lone and mild , As if to itself the quiet forest ...
... fair , And a fresh breath of spring stirred everywhere . Merlin and Vivian stopp'd on the slope's brow To gaze on the green sea of leaf and bough Which glittering lay all round them , lone and mild , As if to itself the quiet forest ...
Pagina 15
... Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bowers Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare ; A stain to human sense in sin that ...
... Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bowers Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare ; A stain to human sense in sin that ...
Pagina 16
A Selection of Descriptive Poetry Woodland. 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 . What , were ye ...
A Selection of Descriptive Poetry Woodland. 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 . What , were ye ...
Pagina 17
... flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . W. Wordsworth . D THE DAFFODILS . FAIR Daffodils , we weep to see. WOODLAND AND WILD . 17.
... flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . W. Wordsworth . D THE DAFFODILS . FAIR Daffodils , we weep to see. WOODLAND AND WILD . 17.
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A Selection of Descriptive Poetry Woodland. THE DAFFODILS . FAIR Daffodils , we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early rising sun Has not attain'd his noon . Stay , stay , Until the hasting day Has run But to the even ...
A Selection of Descriptive Poetry Woodland. THE DAFFODILS . FAIR Daffodils , we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early rising sun Has not attain'd his noon . Stay , stay , Until the hasting day Has run But to the even ...
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A. H. Clough Autumn beauty beneath birds blast blue bough bower breast breath breeze bright brook buds busy bee calm Christina Rossetti cloud crimson skies curious pastime dead deep delight doth dream earth faint fair fall feet flowers forest fresh gale gentle glad gleam glen glowworm golden grass green grove happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills Isa Craig lazy Kate leaf leaves light LIME BLOSSOMS lonely loud March month moon morning mountain murmuring nest night nook o'er ocean pale pinx rain rills rise river Rosa Bonheur rose round S. T. Coleridge shade shine side silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song spring stars stream summer sweet swelling thee ther things thou art thou busy thought thunder tree vale voice vrom wake waves wild wind wings winter woods Wordsworth yarms yellow
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Pagina 25 - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Pagina 93 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Pagina 93 - 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...
Pagina 26 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Pagina 114 - The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, Through all the gloomy day.
Pagina 24 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Pagina 37 - 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 midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Pagina 17 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Pagina 30 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Pagina 13 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.