The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and Months of the Year, Their Changes, Employments, Lessons, and PleasuresJ.P. Jewett and Company, 1856 - 544 páginas |
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... hear'st the shrill crane's migratory cry , Of ploughing time the sign and wintry rains : Care gnaws his heart who destitute remains Of the fit yoke ; for then the season falls To feed thy hornéd steers within their stalls . Easy to ...
... hear'st the shrill crane's migratory cry , Of ploughing time the sign and wintry rains : Care gnaws his heart who destitute remains Of the fit yoke ; for then the season falls To feed thy hornéd steers within their stalls . Easy to ...
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... hear From spreading oak - leaves first delight their ear , Three days and nights let heaven in ceaseless rains , Deep as thy ox's hoof o'erflow the plains ; So shall an equal crop thy time repair With his who earlier launched the ...
... hear From spreading oak - leaves first delight their ear , Three days and nights let heaven in ceaseless rains , Deep as thy ox's hoof o'erflow the plains ; So shall an equal crop thy time repair With his who earlier launched the ...
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... hear the sirens warble in thy song . But I , who ne'er was blest by fortune's hand , Nor brightened ploughshares in paternal land , Long in the noisy town have been immured , Respired its smoke , and all its cares endured ; Where news ...
... hear the sirens warble in thy song . But I , who ne'er was blest by fortune's hand , Nor brightened ploughshares in paternal land , Long in the noisy town have been immured , Respired its smoke , and all its cares endured ; Where news ...
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... hear the small birdes songe . The woodweele sang and would not cease , Sitting upon the spray , So loud , he wakened Robin Hood , In the greenwood where he lay . Now , by my faye , said jolly Robin , A sweaven I had this night ; I ...
... hear the small birdes songe . The woodweele sang and would not cease , Sitting upon the spray , So loud , he wakened Robin Hood , In the greenwood where he lay . Now , by my faye , said jolly Robin , A sweaven I had this night ; I ...
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... hear now tidings good , For yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow , And he hath slain Robin Hood . Yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow , It blows so well in tyde ; And yonder comes that wightye yeonian , Clad in his capull hyde . Come hither ...
... hear now tidings good , For yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow , And he hath slain Robin Hood . Yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow , It blows so well in tyde ; And yonder comes that wightye yeonian , Clad in his capull hyde . Come hither ...
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The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and ... Joseph William Jenks Visualização completa - 1856 |
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arms beauty behold beneath birds bloom bosom boughs breast breath brow busk Ceres charms cheerful chyle clouds courser death deep delight dread Dryads e'en earth ELSPA Eurus fair fear fields flame flocks flood flowers forest frae fruits Gaul Georgic give glebe glow grace green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart heaven hills labor land lawn light live maun mind morn mountains muse MUSIDORA Naiad Nature Nature's night numbers nymphs o'er pain peace plain plant pleasure plough praise pride race rage rapture reign rich rills rise rocks round rural scene shade sheep shepherd shine shrubs sing skies smile soft soil song soon soul spread spring strains stream swain sweet swelling taste tempest tender Theana thee thine thou toil trees trembling vale Virgil virtue wandering wave wild winds wings Winter woods yield youth
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Página 237 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 102 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 366 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide — He wales a portion with judicious care, And 'Let us worship God !
Página 296 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns ; To him no high, no low, no great, no small : He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 35 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth, accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 241 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Página 240 - Fancy's child, Warble his native woodnotes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 475 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Página 262 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 35 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired, The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place : The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.