Sunshine in the Country: A Book of Rural PoetryRichard Griffin, 1861 - 158 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 109
... SUMMER MONTHS SONNET . ODE ON APRIL . A SUMMER MORNING . THE GLADNESS OF NATURE MORNING SONNET THE BEE TO THE BRAMBLE FLOWER WOODS A SPRING WALK THE SUN . SPRING . A LANDSCAPE NATURE . SUMMER TINTS . · A SUMMER SABBATH WALK A SUMMER DAY ...
... SUMMER MONTHS SONNET . ODE ON APRIL . A SUMMER MORNING . THE GLADNESS OF NATURE MORNING SONNET THE BEE TO THE BRAMBLE FLOWER WOODS A SPRING WALK THE SUN . SPRING . A LANDSCAPE NATURE . SUMMER TINTS . · A SUMMER SABBATH WALK A SUMMER DAY ...
الصفحة 110
... SUMMER EVENING . ON THE SPRING . . THE SQUIRREL - HUNT Blackwood's Mag . 87 Davors . • 89 Thomson · 90 Thompson . Anon . 91 92 THE NATURALIST'S SUMMER EVENING WALK Gilbert White 93 Gray • 95 Browne . 97 BREATHINGS OF SPRING MAY .. DAY ...
... SUMMER EVENING . ON THE SPRING . . THE SQUIRREL - HUNT Blackwood's Mag . 87 Davors . • 89 Thomson · 90 Thompson . Anon . 91 92 THE NATURALIST'S SUMMER EVENING WALK Gilbert White 93 Gray • 95 Browne . 97 BREATHINGS OF SPRING MAY .. DAY ...
الصفحة 111
... SUMMER MOODS HARVEST SONG . SUMMER SUMMER WOODS IN WINTER A WINTER SAZZATH WAL JUNE A SUMMER MEANING A WOOD IN WINTER . PALE 113 134 115 116 * 117 Howitt 120 Street 121 Kirchberg . 123 Keat : 124 Keat : 137 Drummond 128 Elsom fuld . 129 ...
... SUMMER MOODS HARVEST SONG . SUMMER SUMMER WOODS IN WINTER A WINTER SAZZATH WAL JUNE A SUMMER MEANING A WOOD IN WINTER . PALE 113 134 115 116 * 117 Howitt 120 Street 121 Kirchberg . 123 Keat : 124 Keat : 137 Drummond 128 Elsom fuld . 129 ...
الصفحة 112
... SUMMER INSECTS MORNING THE BANKS OF A STREAM THE SWALLOW Clare Otway • Thomson Charlotte Smith . Cunningham . 49 ... SUMMER EVENING . THE NATURALIST'S SUMMER EVENING WALK ON THE SPRING . . BREATHINGS OF SPRING THE SQUIRREL - HUNT MAY ...
... SUMMER INSECTS MORNING THE BANKS OF A STREAM THE SWALLOW Clare Otway • Thomson Charlotte Smith . Cunningham . 49 ... SUMMER EVENING . THE NATURALIST'S SUMMER EVENING WALK ON THE SPRING . . BREATHINGS OF SPRING THE SQUIRREL - HUNT MAY ...
الصفحة 112
... SUMMER MOODS HARVEST SONG . SUMMER SUMMER . PAGE 113 114 Hurdis . 115 Dr. Leyden 116 Bloomfield . 117 Howitt 120 · 121 123 Keats 125 Keats 127 Drummond 128 Bloomfield . 129 Clare 130 Clare 132 Hatly 133 Proctor . 134 Longfellow 135 ...
... SUMMER MOODS HARVEST SONG . SUMMER SUMMER . PAGE 113 114 Hurdis . 115 Dr. Leyden 116 Bloomfield . 117 Howitt 120 · 121 123 Keats 125 Keats 127 Drummond 128 Bloomfield . 129 Clare 130 Clare 132 Hatly 133 Proctor . 134 Longfellow 135 ...
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...