The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volumul 4,Paginile 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pagini |
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Pagina 1249
... hear the merry lark " Bird Song The Song the Oriole Sings . .John Keats 1503 Hartley Coleridge 1505 .Laura E. Richards . 1506 .William Dean Howells 1507 To an Oriole . .Edgar Fawcett 1508 The Owl . Bryan Waller Procter .. 1508 Song ...
... hear the merry lark " Bird Song The Song the Oriole Sings . .John Keats 1503 Hartley Coleridge 1505 .Laura E. Richards . 1506 .William Dean Howells 1507 To an Oriole . .Edgar Fawcett 1508 The Owl . Bryan Waller Procter .. 1508 Song ...
Pagina 1254
... , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . William Wordsworth [ 1770-1850 ] MOTHER NATURE THE BOOK OF THE WORLD Of this fair.
... , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . William Wordsworth [ 1770-1850 ] MOTHER NATURE THE BOOK OF THE WORLD Of this fair.
Pagina 1255
... he , as when erect in soul he stood , Hear from his Father's lips that all is good . Jones Very [ 1813-1880j COMPENSATION IN that new world toward which our feet are 1255 The Book of the World William Drummond Nature Jones Very.
... he , as when erect in soul he stood , Hear from his Father's lips that all is good . Jones Very [ 1813-1880j COMPENSATION IN that new world toward which our feet are 1255 The Book of the World William Drummond Nature Jones Very.
Pagina 1260
... hear the bugles clear and sweet , I hear the tread of million feet . Across the plain I see it pour ; It tramples down the waving grass ; Within the echoing mountain - pass I hear a thousand cannon roar . To Mother Nature It swarms ...
... hear the bugles clear and sweet , I hear the tread of million feet . Across the plain I see it pour ; It tramples down the waving grass ; Within the echoing mountain - pass I hear a thousand cannon roar . To Mother Nature It swarms ...
Pagina 1262
... hear , who listens well , The mystic pipe of Pan ? So virgin and unworldly seem All things in this deep glade Thick - curtained from the noonday beam , That , hearkening , one may almost dream Fair naiads plashing in the stream , While ...
... hear , who listens well , The mystic pipe of Pan ? So virgin and unworldly seem All things in this deep glade Thick - curtained from the noonday beam , That , hearkening , one may almost dream Fair naiads plashing in the stream , While ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alfred Tennyson apple-tree Autumn beauty bird bloom blossoms blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright buds Charles G. D. Roberts chee clouds comes creeping daisies dark dead deep dost doth dream earth Edward Hovell-Thurlow eyes fair flowers frost garden gleam Goddès fay golden grass gray green grow hast hath hear heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Hush John Townsend Trowbridge kiss laugh leaves light lone lovers marshes of Glynn meadows merry moon morning nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley plant rain Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh silent Sing hey skies sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars streams summer sweet wild April tears thee thine things thou art Vincent Bourne violets voice wander waves weary William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
Pasaje populare
Pagina 1536 - Waterfowl 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?
Pagina 1392 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 1387 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Pagina 1425 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Pagina 1254 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Pagina 1505 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...
Pagina 1503 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pagina 1546 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Pagina 1373 - 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. I chatter, chatter, as I flow > To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Pagina 1293 - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.