Songs of NatureScribner, Armstrong,, 1873 - 160 pagini |
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Pagina 15
... morning air . I love to see him track the street , With his wary eye and active feet ; And I often watch him as he springs , Circling the steeple with easy wings , Till across the dial his shade has passed , And the belfry edge is ...
... morning air . I love to see him track the street , With his wary eye and active feet ; And I often watch him as he springs , Circling the steeple with easy wings , Till across the dial his shade has passed , And the belfry edge is ...
Pagina 26
... morning ( I remember well ) , Tied in this silver chain and bell , Gave it to me . Nay , and I know What he said then - I'm sure I do : — Said he , " Look how your huntsman here Hath taught a fawn to hunt his dear ! " But Sylvio soon ...
... morning ( I remember well ) , Tied in this silver chain and bell , Gave it to me . Nay , and I know What he said then - I'm sure I do : — Said he , " Look how your huntsman here Hath taught a fawn to hunt his dear ! " But Sylvio soon ...
Pagina 49
... morning gay , Sweet wife , To its work in the morning gay . D CHARLES KINGSLEY . 49 THE BROOK - SIDE . I WANDERED by the brook George Herbert Charles Kingsley.
... morning gay , Sweet wife , To its work in the morning gay . D CHARLES KINGSLEY . 49 THE BROOK - SIDE . I WANDERED by the brook George Herbert Charles Kingsley.
Pagina 53
... morning skies , In the little childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow , And shine forth in happy overflow From the blue , bright eyes . Down the dell she tripped , and through the glade ; Peeped the squirrel from ...
... morning skies , In the little childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow , And shine forth in happy overflow From the blue , bright eyes . Down the dell she tripped , and through the glade ; Peeped the squirrel from ...
Pagina 54
... morning skies , In the little childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and And shine out in happy overflow , From the blue , bright eyes . grow , By her snow - white cot at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell , with folded ...
... morning skies , In the little childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and And shine out in happy overflow , From the blue , bright eyes . grow , By her snow - white cot at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell , with folded ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alfred Kappes ANDREW MARVELL BAREFOOT BOY BEAUTEOUS DAY bird blackbird bloom blow breast breath BROOK-SIDE cave of silver Charles Kingsley Chester Hill Christina G COUNT'S LITTLE DAUGHTER dead dear things lift dost doth douce low voice Dwina eyes fair FAWN feet FOREST HYMN FOX-HUNTERS glade happy Hark Hath hear heart holly tree HUMBLEBEE Jasper Gill Joanna Baillie lay a-thinking light Little Bell LOVER merry MIGNONETTE morning Nathaniel Parker Willis never night NYMPH COMPLAINING o'er ORPHAN'S CHRISTMAS-TREE PHILIP JAMES BAILEY pipe Richard Henry Stoddard RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Robert Herrick roses sail send us strange shining sighing silent river sings sly green neuk snow SONG SONGSTER SPARROWS BUILD squirrel Summer sweet tears thee thine Thomas Thomas Moran Thou art Thou hast tide top unto VIOLET wandering WEE GREEN NEUK wee sly neuk weep Whare the wheat wheat is wavin Whitney wild William WILLIAM WETMORE STORY WINTER
Pasaje populare
Pagina 54 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Pagina 67 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Pagina 95 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Pagina 18 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Pagina 86 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Pagina 17 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye...
Pagina 54 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Pagina 46 - Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Pagina 102 - THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud — it has sung for three years ; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Pagina 7 - Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned, — To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply : Its choir the winds and waves ; its organ thunder ; Its dome the sky.