The naturalist's poetical companion, with notes, selected by E. Wilson |
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... pale blossom of the unripened year ; As Flora's breath by some transforming power Had chang'd an icicle into a flower , Its name and hue the scentless plant retains , And winter lingers in its icy veins . ON A FLOWER OPENING TO THE SUN ...
... pale blossom of the unripened year ; As Flora's breath by some transforming power Had chang'd an icicle into a flower , Its name and hue the scentless plant retains , And winter lingers in its icy veins . ON A FLOWER OPENING TO THE SUN ...
الصفحة 10
... things have Their end , though ne'er so brave ; And after they have shown their pride Like you , a while they glide Into the grave . HERRICK , 1648 . THE PRIMROSE . WELCOME , pale primrose , starting up. 10 THE NATURALIST'S To Blossoms.
... things have Their end , though ne'er so brave ; And after they have shown their pride Like you , a while they glide Into the grave . HERRICK , 1648 . THE PRIMROSE . WELCOME , pale primrose , starting up. 10 THE NATURALIST'S To Blossoms.
الصفحة 11
... pale primrose , starting up between Dead matted leaves of ash and oak , that strew The every lawn , the wood and spinney through , ' Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green ; How much thy presence beautifies the ground ! How sweet thy ...
... pale primrose , starting up between Dead matted leaves of ash and oak , that strew The every lawn , the wood and spinney through , ' Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green ; How much thy presence beautifies the ground ! How sweet thy ...
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... pale Thy flowers entwining , weave a chaplet fair , To grace that pole round which the village train Lead on their dance to greet the jocund May ; Oft on that merry morn , I've joined their throng A glad spectator ; oft their uncouth ...
... pale Thy flowers entwining , weave a chaplet fair , To grace that pole round which the village train Lead on their dance to greet the jocund May ; Oft on that merry morn , I've joined their throng A glad spectator ; oft their uncouth ...
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... pale , Though scentless they may be , That gem a far , far distant vale , Are much more prized by me . The Lotus opes its chalices , Upon the tank's broad lake , Where India's stately palaces Their ample mirror's make : — But reckless ...
... pale , Though scentless they may be , That gem a far , far distant vale , Are much more prized by me . The Lotus opes its chalices , Upon the tank's broad lake , Where India's stately palaces Their ample mirror's make : — But reckless ...
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الصفحة 256 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
الصفحة 48 - 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 348 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
الصفحة 404 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; 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...
الصفحة 404 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
الصفحة 123 - 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 273 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
الصفحة 130 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
الصفحة 48 - 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 341 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.