Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - 321 pages |
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... kind , from Virgil's Bucolics downwards , has been more common than that the poets have failed in keeping to the truth of pastoral character and pastoral life , and have made their shepherds and shepherdesses talk a language and express ...
... kind , from Virgil's Bucolics downwards , has been more common than that the poets have failed in keeping to the truth of pastoral character and pastoral life , and have made their shepherds and shepherdesses talk a language and express ...
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... kind that has ever been written . By the way , do you remember that James Montgomery in his lectures treats the pastoral with unmitigated contempt ? TALBOT . You are too fond , HARTLEY , of backing your own opinions with the authority ...
... kind that has ever been written . By the way , do you remember that James Montgomery in his lectures treats the pastoral with unmitigated contempt ? TALBOT . You are too fond , HARTLEY , of backing your own opinions with the authority ...
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... " people were wont to go out into the sweet meadows and green woods , there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers , and with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind 36 EVENINGS IN ARCADIA .
... " people were wont to go out into the sweet meadows and green woods , there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers , and with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind 36 EVENINGS IN ARCADIA .
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John Dennis. with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind . " The song , " O happy fair , " has a simile from nature in it . " More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear , When wheat is green , when hawthorn buds appear . " Then we ...
John Dennis. with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind . " The song , " O happy fair , " has a simile from nature in it . " More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear , When wheat is green , when hawthorn buds appear . " Then we ...
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... , Antonio adds- " I am a tainted wether of the flock , Meetest for death ; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground , and so let me . " The three first lines of the delicious scene with which EVENINGS IN ARCADIA . 41.
... , Antonio adds- " I am a tainted wether of the flock , Meetest for death ; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground , and so let me . " The three first lines of the delicious scene with which EVENINGS IN ARCADIA . 41.
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Page 103 - She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 127 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Page 232 - I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...
Page 261 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 275 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 52 - 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...
Page 62 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows ; And, when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 48 - twere well, and only therefore Desire to breed by me. — Here 's flowers for you ; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises weeping ; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Page 148 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...