Beauties of English LandscapeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 301 sidor |
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... Shepherd , Michael was his name His Helpmate was a comely matron , old— Though younger than himself full twenty years He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap , to stem or turn the flock And all the neighbours , as he ...
... Shepherd , Michael was his name His Helpmate was a comely matron , old— Though younger than himself full twenty years He as a watchman oftentimes was placed At gate or gap , to stem or turn the flock And all the neighbours , as he ...
Sida xiv
... shepherd boy the Sabbath holy keeps Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down And then , when he was brought to land , Full sure they were a happy band Ivy - stalks are running over Cloister wall and oriel top The ...
... shepherd boy the Sabbath holy keeps Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down And then , when he was brought to land , Full sure they were a happy band Ivy - stalks are running over Cloister wall and oriel top The ...
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... shepherd lad ; -who ere his sixteenth year Had left that calling , tempted to entrust His expectations to the fickle winds And perilous waters ; with the mariners A fellow - mariner , and so had fared Through twenty seasons . • From ...
... shepherd lad ; -who ere his sixteenth year Had left that calling , tempted to entrust His expectations to the fickle winds And perilous waters ; with the mariners A fellow - mariner , and so had fared Through twenty seasons . • From ...
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... shepherd , in the vale , Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale , - That barking , busy ' mid the glittering rocks , Hunts , where he points , the intercepted flocks . Where oaks o'erhang the road , the radiance shoots On tawny ...
... shepherd , in the vale , Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale , - That barking , busy ' mid the glittering rocks , Hunts , where he points , the intercepted flocks . Where oaks o'erhang the road , the radiance shoots On tawny ...
Sida 90
... shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men . So lived he till his eightieth year was past . His days had not been past in singleness : His Helpmate was a comely matron , old- Though younger. 90 Upon the forest ...
... shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men . So lived he till his eightieth year was past . His days had not been past in singleness : His Helpmate was a comely matron , old- Though younger. 90 Upon the forest ...
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Astòr beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bloom blue bosom boughs bower breathe bright brook BROTHERS calm Canst thou forget cliffs clouds Coloured cottage DALZIEL BROTHERS dark dear deep delight doth dream earth EDMUND EVANS ELIZA COOK fair fear flowers gentle gilt edges gleam glide gloom Grasmere grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy harebells hath heard heart heaven Helpmate HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour hung lassie light live lofty lonely look Maire bhan Astor merry morning mossy mountain murmur night o'er pleasure rills rocks round rove scene shade shepherd shines shore side sight silence sing skies sleep smile snow soft solitude song sorrow soul spread Spring steep stone stood stream summer tears thine thou art thoughts trees vale village voice wandering waters waves wild winds winter woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Sida 14 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 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.
Sida 50 - 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.
Sida 236 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Sida 200 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Sida 56 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Sida 56 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Sida 30 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Sida 232 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard, Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Sida 222 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Sida 122 - NUNS fret not at their Convent's narrow room ; And Hermits are contented with their Cells ; And Students with their pensive Citadels : Maids at the Wheel, the Weaver at his Loom, Sit blithe and happy; Bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Pea.k of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...