Through the Year with the Poets, Volumul 1D. Lothrop, 1885 |
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Pagina 42
... lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And ...
... lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And ...
Pagina 59
... lonely love . 59 WILLIAM MORRIS . JANUARY . THERE was never a leaf on bush or tree , The bare boughs rattled shudderingly ; The river was dumb and could not speak , For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun ; A single crow on the tree ...
... lonely love . 59 WILLIAM MORRIS . JANUARY . THERE was never a leaf on bush or tree , The bare boughs rattled shudderingly ; The river was dumb and could not speak , For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun ; A single crow on the tree ...
Pagina 62
... north winds blow , And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din , And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within ; SEA - MEWS IN WINTER TIME . When the oldest.
... north winds blow , And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din , And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within ; SEA - MEWS IN WINTER TIME . When the oldest.
Pagina 64
... lonely , also cold . " I spoke , and drew toward a rock , Where many mews made twittering sweet ; Their wings upreared , the clustering flock Did pat the sea - grass with their feet . A rock but half submerged , the sea Ran up and ...
... lonely , also cold . " I spoke , and drew toward a rock , Where many mews made twittering sweet ; Their wings upreared , the clustering flock Did pat the sea - grass with their feet . A rock but half submerged , the sea Ran up and ...
Pagina 73
... lonely heart , Healing with peace each bruisèd part , Till all my being seems to be Transfigured by their purity . 73 JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE . MIDWINTER IN THE PUBLIC GARDEN . It was a winter's night . The little stars peeped out to ...
... lonely heart , Healing with peace each bruisèd part , Till all my being seems to be Transfigured by their purity . 73 JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE . MIDWINTER IN THE PUBLIC GARDEN . It was a winter's night . The little stars peeped out to ...
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Arnkel beneath BEVERLY SHORE birds blast bloom blow Boreas boughs breast breath bright buds chill CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CLINTON SCOLLARD clouds dark dead deep doth dream drear drifts earth eyes fair falling snow fancy flowers freeze frost frozen glad gloom glow golden gray hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hush JANUARY JEAN INGELOW jingle JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King of wind kiss LARK light looked melted merry MIDWINTER moan moon Moonlights morning NIGHT OF WINTER o'er Oh the wold pale PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ring Robin round SAINT AGNES shadows shining shivering silent sing skies sleep soft soul splendor spray spring stars storm summer sweet thee thine thou trees VALE OF CHAMOUNI voice warm waves WILD WINDS WHISTLE WILLIAM MORRIS wind and cold wings WINTER SONG wintry woods
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Pagina 84 - My breath to heaven like vapor goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies.
Pagina 111 - Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who; Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 57 - And in the nights of winter, When the cold north winds blow, And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din, And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within...
Pagina 37 - WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale.
Pagina 65 - BLAND as the morning breath of June The southwest breezes play ; And, through its haze, the winter noon Seems warm as summer's day. The snow-plumed Angel of the North Has dropped his icy spear ; Again the mossy earth looks forth, Again the streams gush clear. The fox his hillside cell forsakes, The muskrat leaves hia nook, The bluebird in the meadow brakes Is singing with the brook. " Bear up, O Mother Nature ! " cry Bird, breeze, and streamlet free ; " Our winter voices prophesy Of summer days to...
Pagina 85 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...
Pagina 21 - Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver, like to quell, And blowe his nayles to warme them if he may; For they were numbd with holding all the day An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray: Upon an huge great Earth-pot steane he stood, From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane Flood.
Pagina 57 - m growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. To THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET. Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass ; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Pagina 30 - Is restless change; the waves so swell'd and steep, Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells, Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells: But nearer land you may the billows trace, As if contending in their watery chase; May watch the mightiest till the shoal they reach, Then...
Pagina 66 - The Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling.