"Under Green Leaves.": A Book of Rural PoemsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce & Huntington, 1865 - 96 pagini |
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Pagina 18
... side . Come forth on Sundays ; Come forth on Mondays ; Come forth on any day ; Children , come forth to play : - Worship the God of Nature in your childhood ; Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; Worship Him in your sports ...
... side . Come forth on Sundays ; Come forth on Mondays ; Come forth on any day ; Children , come forth to play : - Worship the God of Nature in your childhood ; Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; Worship Him in your sports ...
Pagina 18
... side ! And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found , The school - boy roams enchantedly along , Plucking the fairest with a rude delight ; While the meek shepherd stops his simple song To gaze a moment on the pleasing sight ; O ...
... side ! And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found , The school - boy roams enchantedly along , Plucking the fairest with a rude delight ; While the meek shepherd stops his simple song To gaze a moment on the pleasing sight ; O ...
Pagina 33
... side ; And now she soars where purity doth flow , Where new - born light is with no sin allied , And , pointing with her wings , heavenward our thoughts would guide . VI . In belted gold the bees , with “ merry march , " Through flowery ...
... side ; And now she soars where purity doth flow , Where new - born light is with no sin allied , And , pointing with her wings , heavenward our thoughts would guide . VI . In belted gold the bees , with “ merry march , " Through flowery ...
Pagina 35
... side - long look , Steadying the little basket on her head ; And where a plank bridges the narrow brook She stops to see her fair form shadowèd . The stream reflects her cloak of russet red ; Below she sees the trees and deep - blue sky ...
... side - long look , Steadying the little basket on her head ; And where a plank bridges the narrow brook She stops to see her fair form shadowèd . The stream reflects her cloak of russet red ; Below she sees the trees and deep - blue sky ...
Pagina 63
... side . Not a curve is seen to glide ; And no longer on the stream , Watching , lics the silver bream , Forcing , from repeated springs , " Verges in successive rings . " Bees are faint , and cease to hum ; Birds are overpowered and dumb ...
... side . Not a curve is seen to glide ; And no longer on the stream , Watching , lics the silver bream , Forcing , from repeated springs , " Verges in successive rings . " Bees are faint , and cease to hum ; Birds are overpowered and dumb ...
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Under Green Leaves: William Shakespeare, William Blake, John Keats, Mary ... Richard Henry Stoddard Previzualizare limitată - 2018 |
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Alfred Tennyson amid beauty beneath birds bless blossoms blue boughs bowers breath breeze bright brook busy Bee clouds Cuckoo daisies deep delight dewy dost doth earth ECHOING GREEN eyes fair flowers George Darley glad golden grass gray greenwood GRONGAR HILL grove happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie hither Joanna Bailie John Clare John Keats landscape lark leaves light linnet Little lamb lollie Lord Thurlow love good-morrow meadow meads merry mountain's murmuring Muse nest night NIGHT SONG nightingale nook o'er pipe Pluck primrose Robert Herrick round shade shepherd silver sing skies sleep soft SONG sound Spring star stream SUMMER MORNING sunny sweet thatch thee thou art thou busy thrush tree vale violets voice Wake wander weary wend wild Cherry-tree William Blake William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings woods
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Pagina 30 - 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. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ! Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die.
Pagina 96 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Pagina 14 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Pagina 94 - 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 84 - Evening IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Pagina 26 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Pagina 18 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Pagina 75 - ... lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come, with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse ; Now, while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my song, Draw the...
Pagina 18 - DAFFODILS FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Pagina 5 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.