Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 15
... feel how fair , Amid all beauty , beautiful Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice , when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ! While silent showers are ...
... feel how fair , Amid all beauty , beautiful Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice , when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ! While silent showers are ...
الصفحة 28
... feel it all their luxury to shun The torrid splendour of the lofty sun . Beside the secret and dark - shaded bank , With dewy flowers and undried verdure rank , The pensive stripling seeks the waters cool , And plunges , swan - like ...
... feel it all their luxury to shun The torrid splendour of the lofty sun . Beside the secret and dark - shaded bank , With dewy flowers and undried verdure rank , The pensive stripling seeks the waters cool , And plunges , swan - like ...
الصفحة 31
... feel that union which thy love Will , after death , complete above . From my soul I send my prayer ; Great Creator , bow thine ear : Thou , for whose propitious sway The world was taught to see the day ; Who spake the word , and earth ...
... feel that union which thy love Will , after death , complete above . From my soul I send my prayer ; Great Creator , bow thine ear : Thou , for whose propitious sway The world was taught to see the day ; Who spake the word , and earth ...
الصفحة 44
... feeling mind ; When the gilt east unveils her dappled dawn , And the gay woodlark has its nest resigned , As slow the sun creeps up the hill behind ; More reddening round , and daylight's spotless hue , As 44 SUNSHINE IN THE COUNTRY .
... feeling mind ; When the gilt east unveils her dappled dawn , And the gay woodlark has its nest resigned , As slow the sun creeps up the hill behind ; More reddening round , and daylight's spotless hue , As 44 SUNSHINE IN THE COUNTRY .
الصفحة 53
... airy rings they skim the heath , The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death : Oft , as the mounting larks their notes prepare , They fall , and leave their little lives in air . POPE . AFTER A TEMPEST . HE day had been a day. 53 Pope ...
... airy rings they skim the heath , The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death : Oft , as the mounting larks their notes prepare , They fall , and leave their little lives in air . POPE . AFTER A TEMPEST . HE day had been a day. 53 Pope ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
amid bank beams beauteous beautiful beneath birds bloom blossoms blue blushing boughs bowers bramble breath breeze bright brook brow buds burning season charms clouds creeps daisies deep delight dewy doth E'en earth flocks flowering rush flowers glade gleam glittering glory glows golden grass green grove hails happy hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate hills hues insect lark lark ascends leaves light lives lonely look meadow merry morn mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS Nature's night noon o'er plain purple purple finch rill rise round rural scene shade shadows shepherd shine sight silent silver silver beech sings smile soft song sound spirit sport Spring summer sunny sweet thee thou toil trees trembling Tuning sweet universal song vale vermil voice wanders warbling wave weary whispering white-thorn wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wing woodland woods yellow
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الصفحة 84 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
الصفحة 36 - And see the rivers, how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun ! Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go, A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
الصفحة 39 - She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the skylark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy; And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
الصفحة 35 - And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
الصفحة 88 - Th" ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive ? when at hand, Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first...
الصفحة 87 - Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling-place : Where I may see my quill, or cork, down sink With eager bite of Pike, or Bleak, or Dace ; And on the world and my Creator think : Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace t And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war or wantonness.
الصفحة 58 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike 185 The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
الصفحة 72 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
الصفحة 62 - Rural confusion ! On the grassy bank Some ruminating lie ; while others stand Half in the flood, and, often bending, sip The circling surface.
الصفحة 13 - O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers ; For dull the eye, the heart is dull That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty, beautiful Thy tender blossoms are...