Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة ix
... Forest scene in the days of Wickliff Sweet Auburn The Village Clergyman The Dying Swan The Minstrel Indian Death Song The Shipwreck Rest Why dost thou talk of death , laddie From the ' Sexton's Daughter ' . The Cloud Voice The old oaken ...
... Forest scene in the days of Wickliff Sweet Auburn The Village Clergyman The Dying Swan The Minstrel Indian Death Song The Shipwreck Rest Why dost thou talk of death , laddie From the ' Sexton's Daughter ' . The Cloud Voice The old oaken ...
الصفحة 13
... the vale . .r But this bold floweret climbs light , Hides in the forest , hauntsower Plays on the margin of the April bright . Peeps round the fox's de BRYANT . Within the garden's cultured round , It shares the sweet 2 13.
... the vale . .r But this bold floweret climbs light , Hides in the forest , hauntsower Plays on the margin of the April bright . Peeps round the fox's de BRYANT . Within the garden's cultured round , It shares the sweet 2 13.
الصفحة 14
... , ' ods the blue - bird's warble know , And fed i violet's modest bell This heart , n ? the last year's leaves below . With love's ds their green resume , r , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume Alone is 14.
... , ' ods the blue - bird's warble know , And fed i violet's modest bell This heart , n ? the last year's leaves below . With love's ds their green resume , r , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume Alone is 14.
الصفحة 26
... forest , and meadow , and slope of hill Around thee are lonely , lovely and still . Lonely - save when by thy rippling tides , From thicket to thicket , the angler glides ; Or the simpler comes , with basket and book , For herbs of ...
... forest , and meadow , and slope of hill Around thee are lonely , lovely and still . Lonely - save when by thy rippling tides , From thicket to thicket , the angler glides ; Or the simpler comes , with basket and book , For herbs of ...
الصفحة 33
... dusty ground . Now faster fall the drops Pattering on forest tops , As if innumerable feet Upon the green roofs beat , All hastening to and fro Love's ministry to do . Meekly the flower - spirits hold Their cups of silver 33.
... dusty ground . Now faster fall the drops Pattering on forest tops , As if innumerable feet Upon the green roofs beat , All hastening to and fro Love's ministry to do . Meekly the flower - spirits hold Their cups of silver 33.
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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الصفحة 44 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
الصفحة 32 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
الصفحة 16 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
الصفحة 67 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
الصفحة 55 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
الصفحة 158 - ... from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
الصفحة 103 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
الصفحة 102 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
الصفحة 32 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — 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 44 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...