Poetry of the SeasonsSilver, Burdett, 1898 - 336 Seiten |
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... soft , so radiant , Lord , are thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows all the earth and skies , Like some dark , beauteous bird , whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes , That sacred gloom , those fires ...
... soft , so radiant , Lord , are thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows all the earth and skies , Like some dark , beauteous bird , whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes , That sacred gloom , those fires ...
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... soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines - With every plant , in sign of worship , wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious murmurs , warbling , tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living souls ; ye birds , That ...
... soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines - With every plant , in sign of worship , wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious murmurs , warbling , tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living souls ; ye birds , That ...
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... soft and fine Of the hazel will entwine , And the elder branches show Their buds against the snow . So , silently but swift , Above the wintry drift , The long days gain and gain , Until on hill and plain , -- Once more , and yet once ...
... soft and fine Of the hazel will entwine , And the elder branches show Their buds against the snow . So , silently but swift , Above the wintry drift , The long days gain and gain , Until on hill and plain , -- Once more , and yet once ...
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... soft Hesperian clime , To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes , When the dark fir - branch into verdure breaks . From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain ; They are sweeping on to the silvery main , They are flashing ...
... soft Hesperian clime , To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes , When the dark fir - branch into verdure breaks . From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain ; They are sweeping on to the silvery main , They are flashing ...
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... soft hours meet ! The dear , dead joys of the days long past , The brightness and beauty that could not last , Their fair ghosts rise with the ending of snow , - The springs and the summers of long ago . O Spring - time sweet ! With ...
... soft hours meet ! The dear , dead joys of the days long past , The brightness and beauty that could not last , Their fair ghosts rise with the ending of snow , - The springs and the summers of long ago . O Spring - time sweet ! With ...
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Alfred Tennyson autumn beauty bees beneath birds bloom blossoms blow blue Bobolink boughs breast breath breeze bright brook brooklet buds clouds cold comes cool daisies dark deep dream earth Edmund Spenser fair fairy fall fields flowers forest glad gleams glow golden grass gray green grow hath hear heart heaven Helen Hunt Jackson hill holly John Keats kiss land leaves light lily lonely Mary Howitt Mary Mapes Dodge meadow merry moon morning mountain murmur nest night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley rain rest Ring river robin rose round sail Samuel Francis Smith Sarah Helen Whitman shade shadow shining sigh silent silver sing skies sleep smile snow snowbird soft song spring stars storm stream summer swallows sweet tall thee There's thine thou tree violets voice wander warm waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
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Seite 21 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Seite 170 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Seite 4 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Seite 108 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Seite 69 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Seite 37 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Seite 320 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 285 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Seite 18 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Seite 44 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they { Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.