Poetry of the Year: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of the Seasons. Elegantly IllustratedE.H. Butler & Company, 1859 - 110 pàgines |
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Pàgina 19
... light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , ) By the primrose - stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the South , and ...
... light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , ) By the primrose - stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the South , and ...
Pàgina 21
... light stems thrill to the wild - wood strains , And youth is abroad in my green domains . But ye ! -ye are changed since ye met me last ! There is something bright from your features passed ! There is that come over your brow and eye ...
... light stems thrill to the wild - wood strains , And youth is abroad in my green domains . But ye ! -ye are changed since ye met me last ! There is something bright from your features passed ! There is that come over your brow and eye ...
Pàgina 22
... light ; There were eyes in whose glistening laughter lay No faint remembrance of dull decay ! There were steps that flew o'er the cowslip's head , As if for a banquet all earth was spread ; There were voices that rang through the ...
... light ; There were eyes in whose glistening laughter lay No faint remembrance of dull decay ! There were steps that flew o'er the cowslip's head , As if for a banquet all earth was spread ; There were voices that rang through the ...
Pàgina 23
... light ! Where Death midst the blooms of the morn may dwell , I tarry no longer - farewell , farewell ! The summer is coming , on soft winds borne- Ye may press the grape , ye may bind the corn ! For me , I depart to a brighter shore— Ye ...
... light ! Where Death midst the blooms of the morn may dwell , I tarry no longer - farewell , farewell ! The summer is coming , on soft winds borne- Ye may press the grape , ye may bind the corn ! For me , I depart to a brighter shore— Ye ...
Pàgina 30
... light Hangs on the dew - locks of the night , And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself , or else stands still Till you come forth . Wash , dress , be brief in praying : Few beads are best when once we go a Maying . Come , my ...
... light Hangs on the dew - locks of the night , And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself , or else stands still Till you come forth . Wash , dress , be brief in praying : Few beads are best when once we go a Maying . Come , my ...
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Amid AUTUMN behold bending beneath birds bloom blue bough bowers breathes bright bright eyes brook buds burst cheerful clouds Corinna CORINNA'S COWPER cowslip cuckoo deep delight dewy doth dream of Spring E'en earth fair fields flock flowers forest fresh gale gentle gleam glow glowworm golden grass green grove HARVARD COLLEGE harvest-home hath hawthorn heart heaven hill icicle JOY OF SPRING king-cups lark leafy leaves LEIGH HUNT light looks MAY-BUSH mead merry minnow MORNING moss mountains murmurs Nature's night NIGHTINGALE AT EVE o'er Philomel POETRY primrose rain rise round shade shepherd shine showers silent silver silver bell sings smile snow soft song sound spread SPRING stream SUMMER REVERIE sunbeams sunny sweet sweetly tender thee THOMSON thou trees vale violets voice wain walk wander wanton song warble WILD BRAMBLE wind wings WINTER winter aconite wintry woodland woods yellow
Passatges populars
Pàgina 120 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Pàgina 108 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Pàgina 72 - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow> Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
Pàgina 108 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Pàgina 64 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Pàgina 22 - I have looked o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the larch has hung all his tassels forth, The fisher is out on the sunny sea, And the reindeer bounds o'er the pastures free, And the pine has a fringe of softer green, And the moss looks bright, where my foot hath been.
Pàgina 62 - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
Pàgina 70 - TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided...
Pàgina 32 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept. Come, and receive them...
Pàgina 74 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.