Woodland and Wild: A Selection of Descriptive PoetrySeeley, Jackson, and Halliday, 1868 - 132 ページ |
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... But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime ; and spreads them thin , Fleecy and white , o'er all - surrounding heaven . B J. Thomson . FEBRUARY . THE snow has left the cottage top ;. J THOMSON.
... But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime ; and spreads them thin , Fleecy and white , o'er all - surrounding heaven . B J. Thomson . FEBRUARY . THE snow has left the cottage top ;. J THOMSON.
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... heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the ...
... heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the ...
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... reverent eye and thought to heaven ? Sweet , artless songster , thou my mind dost raise To airs of spheres , yea , and to angels ' lays . W. Drummond . BLOSSOMS . FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why. WOODLAND AND WILD . 15.
... reverent eye and thought to heaven ? Sweet , artless songster , thou my mind dost raise To airs of spheres , yea , and to angels ' lays . W. Drummond . BLOSSOMS . FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why. WOODLAND AND WILD . 15.
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... , While his fair eyes , that swam with undropped tears , Did glitter in the yellow moonbeam ! Well ! It is a father's tale . But if that Heaven Should give me life , his childhood shall grow up WOODLAND AND WILD . 21.
... , While his fair eyes , that swam with undropped tears , Did glitter in the yellow moonbeam ! Well ! It is a father's tale . But if that Heaven Should give me life , his childhood shall grow up WOODLAND AND WILD . 21.
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... heaven's empyreal height ! With the heathery hills beneath me , Whence the streams in glory spring , And the pearly clouds to wreath me , Oh Sky - lark ! on thy wing ! Free , free from earth - born fear , I would range the blessed skies ...
... heaven's empyreal height ! With the heathery hills beneath me , Whence the streams in glory spring , And the pearly clouds to wreath me , Oh Sky - lark ! on thy wing ! Free , free from earth - born fear , I would range the blessed skies ...
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25 ページ - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
93 ページ - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
93 ページ - 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 And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
26 ページ - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
114 ページ - The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, Through all the gloomy day.
24 ページ - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
37 ページ - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene; Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
17 ページ - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
30 ページ - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
13 ページ - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.