Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 pages |
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... hills , And many a woodbine - trellis'd cot By which the wild bird sweetly trills , Where Quiet sleeps , and Care is calm , And all the air is breathing balm . And there the sound of village - bells In silvery music floats along , Now ...
... hills , And many a woodbine - trellis'd cot By which the wild bird sweetly trills , Where Quiet sleeps , and Care is calm , And all the air is breathing balm . And there the sound of village - bells In silvery music floats along , Now ...
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... hill , When the round moon is on her way , Moving with footsteps hush'd and still , Gliding o'er earth , and sky , and sea , And looking downward tranquilly ! England has many a flowery vale , Wild heath , and hill , and twilight grove ...
... hill , When the round moon is on her way , Moving with footsteps hush'd and still , Gliding o'er earth , and sky , and sea , And looking downward tranquilly ! England has many a flowery vale , Wild heath , and hill , and twilight grove ...
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... hills and old trees , and the stream that ran by the village in which they were born . How many are there also who work extra hours for days and weeks , that they may afford to spend a little time in the country ! The heaviness of ...
... hills and old trees , and the stream that ran by the village in which they were born . How many are there also who work extra hours for days and weeks , that they may afford to spend a little time in the country ! The heaviness of ...
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... hills and wide heaths , would do more good to the morals of the people than may be imagined : for there but little of evil dwells , and " Nature never did betray the heart that loved her . " Man was never yet driven to Heaven ; but how ...
... hills and wide heaths , would do more good to the morals of the people than may be imagined : for there but little of evil dwells , and " Nature never did betray the heart that loved her . " Man was never yet driven to Heaven ; but how ...
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... hills , and we shrank from the winds we once had wooed , and gathered no refreshment from the falling showers , and ... hill - tops , the green lanes , and still woods , if it be only for a few hours in the week . Leave the sin and ...
... hills , and we shrank from the winds we once had wooed , and gathered no refreshment from the falling showers , and ... hill - tops , the green lanes , and still woods , if it be only for a few hours in the week . Leave the sin and ...
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Page 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Page 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Page 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Page 283 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...