Woodnotes: For All SeasonsW.S. Orr & Company, 1842 - 144 من الصفحات |
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... Wild Duck and her Brood To the Sky Lark The Bird's Nest To a Robin The Skylark Cowper 10 Wordsworth 12 W. Frankwell 13 Akenside 15 Mitchell 17 Ibid . 19 Milton 21 Barry Cornwall 22 Coleridge 24 Hurdis 29 Joanna Baillie 30 Moore 31 ...
... Wild Duck and her Brood To the Sky Lark The Bird's Nest To a Robin The Skylark Cowper 10 Wordsworth 12 W. Frankwell 13 Akenside 15 Mitchell 17 Ibid . 19 Milton 21 Barry Cornwall 22 Coleridge 24 Hurdis 29 Joanna Baillie 30 Moore 31 ...
الصفحة
... The Linnet's Nest Graham 127 Dietmar 128 130 132 Dietmar 135 Darwin 136 Wilson 137 The Blue Bird To the Wild Bullfinch , and those who know him in the Woods W. H. Merle 141 THE WHITE DOVE . EMBLEM of Innocence ! spotless and. CONTENTS . V.
... The Linnet's Nest Graham 127 Dietmar 128 130 132 Dietmar 135 Darwin 136 Wilson 137 The Blue Bird To the Wild Bullfinch , and those who know him in the Woods W. H. Merle 141 THE WHITE DOVE . EMBLEM of Innocence ! spotless and. CONTENTS . V.
الصفحة 2
... wild wing in the sky ; The song of the lark will enrapture , ' tis true , When no one would list to my white dove's soft coo , No one - save her young ones — and I. Farewell , then , sweet Dove ! if the winter is cold , May the spring ...
... wild wing in the sky ; The song of the lark will enrapture , ' tis true , When no one would list to my white dove's soft coo , No one - save her young ones — and I. Farewell , then , sweet Dove ! if the winter is cold , May the spring ...
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... wild , Till summer fall on field and fell , And thou shalt be our feather'd child ; And tell us all thy pain and wrong , When thou canst speak again in song . Fear not , nor tremble , little bird , — We'll use thee kindly now ; And sure ...
... wild , Till summer fall on field and fell , And thou shalt be our feather'd child ; And tell us all thy pain and wrong , When thou canst speak again in song . Fear not , nor tremble , little bird , — We'll use thee kindly now ; And sure ...
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... wild with tangling underwood , And the trim walks are broken up , and grass , Thin grass and king - cups , grow within the paths . But never elsewhere , in one place , I knew So many Nightingales ; and far and near , In wood and thicket ...
... wild with tangling underwood , And the trim walks are broken up , and grass , Thin grass and king - cups , grow within the paths . But never elsewhere , in one place , I knew So many Nightingales ; and far and near , In wood and thicket ...
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amidst Barry Cornwall billow blast blest Blue Bird boughs bowers breast breeze bright Carrion Crow hath Charlotte Smith cheer crested Lark Crystal water delight dost thou doth E'er earth farewell feather'd FLAMINGO flight floats flowers flutter Fondly gale gentle glow GOLDFINCH green GREEN LINNET grove hail Hark hear heart heaven Hither Horned Owl Hurdis hush despair Lark linked chain Linnet lonely love good morrow merry night Nightingale noontide notes will hush perch'd pinions plumes rest rill rove sequester'd shade sing skies Skylark soft soon soothe sorrow spindle tree spray spring Stormy Petrel strain summer sunshine Swallow sweet bird sweet emotions tender song thine thou art Thou lt thou shalt thrush thy little Thy plaintive Thy tuneful notes thy wing Tibullus vale vernal voice wandering warblings waves weary wild winds woodland woods
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الصفحة 43 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
الصفحة 79 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 66 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
الصفحة 45 - 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.
الصفحة 10 - THEBE is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow ; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishop-like he finds a perch, And dormitory too.
الصفحة 44 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
الصفحة 80 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 11 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
الصفحة 62 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost.
الصفحة 27 - Glides through the pathways; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...