Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة ix
Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons Thomas Miller. CONTENTS . BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY THE COUNTRY Page 1 5 - JANUARY . Appearance of the Season . - Walking in Frosty Weather . - Beauty of Hoar Frost ...
Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons Thomas Miller. CONTENTS . BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY THE COUNTRY Page 1 5 - JANUARY . Appearance of the Season . - Walking in Frosty Weather . - Beauty of Hoar Frost ...
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... Season . - March - many - weathers . - Rural Objects.— Ploughing . Spring - green . - Shakspeare's Violets . - Sensations produced by Spring . The Weather . - Poem on the Season . - Utility of March Winds . - Birds building ...
... Season . - March - many - weathers . - Rural Objects.— Ploughing . Spring - green . - Shakspeare's Violets . - Sensations produced by Spring . The Weather . - Poem on the Season . - Utility of March Winds . - Birds building ...
الصفحة xi
... Season . - May the favourite Month of Poets.- Children gathering Flowers . - Ladies in a Wood .-- Beauty of Heaths.- Lilies - of - the - Valley . - The Hawthorn . - Gathering May . - Ornament in Cottage Parlours . - Shakspeare's Song to ...
... Season . - May the favourite Month of Poets.- Children gathering Flowers . - Ladies in a Wood .-- Beauty of Heaths.- Lilies - of - the - Valley . - The Hawthorn . - Gathering May . - Ornament in Cottage Parlours . - Shakspeare's Song to ...
الصفحة xii
Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons Thomas Miller. JUNE . Appearance of the Season . - Roses in bloom . - Eve in Eden . - Emilie in the Garden . - Herrick's Parliament of Roses . - Wars of the Roses ...
Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons Thomas Miller. JUNE . Appearance of the Season . - Roses in bloom . - Eve in Eden . - Emilie in the Garden . - Herrick's Parliament of Roses . - Wars of the Roses ...
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... Season . - Desolate Gardens . - Fox - hunting - Scent . —Quaint description of Autumn . - Drake's Autumnal Evenings . - Poetry ; Southey . Plenty . - Poachers . - Snaring Game . - Jack Woodcock's Defence on Poaching . - Poetry ; Sir ...
... Season . - Desolate Gardens . - Fox - hunting - Scent . —Quaint description of Autumn . - Drake's Autumnal Evenings . - Poetry ; Southey . Plenty . - Poachers . - Snaring Game . - Jack Woodcock's Defence on Poaching . - Poetry ; Sir ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...