Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 sidor |
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... Rich .-- Picture of Poverty . -Mirror of the Months . - Village Labourers.- Evergreens . — Twelfth Night . - Frost on Glass . - Beauty of Snow . - Sturm . - Sunshine on Snow . -Birds that winter with us . - Beauty of the Starry Sky ...
... Rich .-- Picture of Poverty . -Mirror of the Months . - Village Labourers.- Evergreens . — Twelfth Night . - Frost on Glass . - Beauty of Snow . - Sturm . - Sunshine on Snow . -Birds that winter with us . - Beauty of the Starry Sky ...
Sida xiii
... Rich Colours of Fungi.— Emblematical Representation of the Months . The Twelve Signs.— Spenser's description of the Months . - English Emblems suggested.- Pleasure derived from the Seasons . - Emotions awakened by Nature.- Scenery of ...
... Rich Colours of Fungi.— Emblematical Representation of the Months . The Twelve Signs.— Spenser's description of the Months . - English Emblems suggested.- Pleasure derived from the Seasons . - Emotions awakened by Nature.- Scenery of ...
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... rich gentleman's estate . He enjoys the wealth of his neighbour without envying him ; he feels it is his own for the time , and lays the same claim to the fragrant breeze and the cool shade of the venerable trees as the lord of the ...
... rich gentleman's estate . He enjoys the wealth of his neighbour without envying him ; he feels it is his own for the time , and lays the same claim to the fragrant breeze and the cool shade of the venerable trees as the lord of the ...
Sida 15
... rich - embroidered canopy To kings ? " plasurits What a different degree of happiness seems to reign among a group of peasants assembled round the old elm in the centre of the village - green , and talking over the appearance of crops ...
... rich - embroidered canopy To kings ? " plasurits What a different degree of happiness seems to reign among a group of peasants assembled round the old elm in the centre of the village - green , and talking over the appearance of crops ...
Sida 17
... rich colours as the following must have often been upon the hill - tops when the sun arose . “ The grey - eyed morn smiles on the frowning night , Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light ; And spotted darkness like adrunk ...
... rich colours as the following must have often been upon the hill - tops when the sun arose . “ The grey - eyed morn smiles on the frowning night , Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light ; And spotted darkness like adrunk ...
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appearance autumn banks beautiful bees beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs branches breath bright buds chaffinch Christmas clouds colours cowslip cuckoo daisies dark deep delight dogs earth eyes feel feet fieldfares fields flowers foliage forest fragrance garden gaze gipsies grass green hand happy hath head heard heart heath heaven hedge heigh-ho hills hive Idlesse insects Izaak Walton Julius Cæsar labour leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lincolnshire look Maid Marian May-pole meadows merry month morning murmur Nabal Nature nest never night o'er pleasant pleasure poetry purple quadrupeds queen rich ringdove Robin Hood rose round says scene scenery season seems seen shade sheep-shearing sight silent singing sleep song sound spring stone-curlew stream summer sweet thee thou throws titmouse trees valleys voice walk wander waving weather wild wind wings winter Woodcock woods yellow young
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Sida 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Sida 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Sida 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sida 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Sida 174 - Ode to a Nightingale 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: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Sida 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Sida 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Sida 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Sida 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Sida 283 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...