The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].James Burns, 1847 - 186 ページ |
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... rounds the master Goes to learn how all things fare ; Searches pasture after pasture , Sheep and cattle eyes with care ; And for silence and for talk He hath comrades in his walk ; Four dogs , each pair of different breed ...
... rounds the master Goes to learn how all things fare ; Searches pasture after pasture , Sheep and cattle eyes with care ; And for silence and for talk He hath comrades in his walk ; Four dogs , each pair of different breed ...
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... round the market - cross , make clear an ample space , For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace . And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells ...
... round the market - cross , make clear an ample space , For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace . And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells ...
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... round the horse came spurring in : And eastward straight , from wild Blackheath , the warlike errand went , And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent . Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright ...
... round the horse came spurring in : And eastward straight , from wild Blackheath , the warlike errand went , And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent . Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright ...
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... round it measures , Russet lawns and fallows grey , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The lab'ring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim , with daisies pied ; Shallows , brooks , and rivers wide ...
... round it measures , Russet lawns and fallows grey , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The lab'ring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim , with daisies pied ; Shallows , brooks , and rivers wide ...
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... round : And still as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired . * * * * Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's ...
... round : And still as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired . * * * * Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's ...
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ADAM AND EVE beauty behold beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead dear death deep doth dreadful E'en earth eyes fair falchion fear fire flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green grove hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord lowly Lycidas Mayenne morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd peace pomp praise pray rise round S. T. COLERIDGE secret share shade SHAKSPERE sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit star stream swain sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee thine things thou art thou hast thought voice wandering wave weep wild wind woods YEAR'S DAY youth
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28 ページ - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
51 ページ - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
156 ページ - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
133 ページ - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
156 ページ - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
121 ページ - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
118 ページ - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
116 ページ - 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...
34 ページ - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
104 ページ - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.