The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 sidor |
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... close at hand , always within reach ; there was no fear that she should fail them . But human Art was in its earliest stages of culture ; every successive step was watched with most lively interest ; every progressive movement became of ...
... close at hand , always within reach ; there was no fear that she should fail them . But human Art was in its earliest stages of culture ; every successive step was watched with most lively interest ; every progressive movement became of ...
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... close inspection of detail would easily incline them in this direction ; but as yet nothing grand or very elevated has been given to us by translators . The Hebrew poets stand alone . Their position is abso- lutely different from that ...
... close inspection of detail would easily incline them in this direction ; but as yet nothing grand or very elevated has been given to us by translators . The Hebrew poets stand alone . Their position is abso- lutely different from that ...
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... close and endearing ties , with the earth and all its holds , than Christianity , which leaves nothing to chance , nothing to that most gloomy and most impossible of chimeras , fate , but refers all to Providence , to the omniscient ...
... close and endearing ties , with the earth and all its holds , than Christianity , which leaves nothing to chance , nothing to that most gloomy and most impossible of chimeras , fate , but refers all to Providence , to the omniscient ...
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... close each pervious pore With wax cement , and thicken o'er and o'er . Stor❜d for this use they hive the clammy dew , And load their garners with tenacious glue , As birdlime thick , or pitch that slow distils In loitering drops on ...
... close each pervious pore With wax cement , and thicken o'er and o'er . Stor❜d for this use they hive the clammy dew , And load their garners with tenacious glue , As birdlime thick , or pitch that slow distils In loitering drops on ...
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... close , Beneath his peaceful shed he sought repose , And cull'd from earth , with changeful plenty stor❜d , Th ' unpurchas'd feasts that pil'd his varied board . At spring - tide first he pluck'd the full - blown rose , From autumn ...
... close , Beneath his peaceful shed he sought repose , And cull'd from earth , with changeful plenty stor❜d , Th ' unpurchas'd feasts that pil'd his varied board . At spring - tide first he pluck'd the full - blown rose , From autumn ...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1854 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1855 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1855 |
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Sida 386 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Sida 85 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Sida 76 - 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, Clustered 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 86 - 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 39 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Sida 154 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Sida 85 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Sida 190 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Sida 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Sida 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.