Rural Life in America: Or, Summer and Winter in the Country

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J. C. Derby, 1856 - 285 Seiten
 

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Seite 26 - The whole employ of body and of mind. All spread their charms, but charm not all alike; On...
Seite 174 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 169 - In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Seite 6 - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Seite 255 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Seite 9 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Seite 201 - Nature ! for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
Seite 173 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Seite 196 - O'er churchyard graves, like murderers remorseful. The dark green rings where fairies sit and sup, Crushing the violet dew in the acorn cup : Where by his new-made bride the bride-groom sips, The white moon shimmering on their longing lips ; The large o'erloaded wealthy-looking wains Quietly swaggering home through leafy lanes, Leaving on all low branches as they come, Straws for the birds, ears of the harvest home. Summer's warm soil or winter's cruel...
Seite 166 - As withereth the primrose by the river, As fadeth summer's sun from gliding fountains, As vanisheth the light-blown bubble ever, As melteth snow upon the mossy mountains : So melts, so vanisheth, so fades, so withers, The rose, the shine, the bubble and the snow, Of praise, pomp, glory, joy, which short life gathers, Fair praise, vain pomp, sweet glory, brittle joy. The withered primrose by the mourning river, The faded summer's sun from weeping fountains, The light-blown bubble, vanished for ever,...

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