Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 8
... smile , And each trim meadow still retains The wintry torrent's oozy stains , Beneath a willow , long forsook , The fisher seeks his ' custom'd nook ; And bursting through the crackling sedge , That crowns the current's cavern'd edge ...
... smile , And each trim meadow still retains The wintry torrent's oozy stains , Beneath a willow , long forsook , The fisher seeks his ' custom'd nook ; And bursting through the crackling sedge , That crowns the current's cavern'd edge ...
الصفحة 11
... smiling above and around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the blackbird and wren , And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground ...
... smiling above and around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the blackbird and wren , And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground ...
الصفحة 12
... smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth , that smiles in his ray , On the leaping waters and gay young isles ...
... smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth , that smiles in his ray , On the leaping waters and gay young isles ...
الصفحة 13
... smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth , that smiles in his ray , On the leaping waters and gay young isles ...
... smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth , that smiles in his ray , On the leaping waters and gay young isles ...
الصفحة 14
... smile of morn , O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course , allures her to its source . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond the reach of sense , the soar of thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind , Its orb so full , its ...
... smile of morn , O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course , allures her to its source . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond the reach of sense , the soar of thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind , Its orb so full , its ...
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
مقاطع مشهورة
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...