Poetry of the Year: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of the Seasons. Elegantly IllustratedE.H. Butler & Company, 1859 - 110ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... looks bright where my foot hath been . I have sent through the wood - paths a glowing sigh , And called out each voice of the deep blue sky ; From the night bird's lay through the starry time , In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime ...
... looks bright where my foot hath been . I have sent through the wood - paths a glowing sigh , And called out each voice of the deep blue sky ; From the night bird's lay through the starry time , In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime ...
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... Looks of familiar love , that never more , Never on earth , our aching eyes shall meet , Past words of welcome to ... look beyond 388 BREATHINGS OF SPRING .
... Looks of familiar love , that never more , Never on earth , our aching eyes shall meet , Past words of welcome to ... look beyond 388 BREATHINGS OF SPRING .
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... look beyond the tombs ? Yes , gentle Spring ! no sorrow dims thine air , Breathed by our loved ones there ! HEMANS . 39 EARLY SPRING . THE hawthorn whitens , and the juicy groves Put forth their buds unfolding by degrees , Till the ...
... look beyond the tombs ? Yes , gentle Spring ! no sorrow dims thine air , Breathed by our loved ones there ! HEMANS . 39 EARLY SPRING . THE hawthorn whitens , and the juicy groves Put forth their buds unfolding by degrees , Till the ...
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... Look into the pasture - grounds o'er the pale , And behold the foal with its switching tail , About and abroad , in its mirth it flies , With its long black forelocks about its eyes ; SABBATH MORNING . 49 Or bends its neck down with 48 ...
... Look into the pasture - grounds o'er the pale , And behold the foal with its switching tail , About and abroad , in its mirth it flies , With its long black forelocks about its eyes ; SABBATH MORNING . 49 Or bends its neck down with 48 ...
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... Look down on earth , secure , Look here , and wonder , and survey A world in miniature . A world not scorned by Him who made E'en weakness by His might ; But solemn in IIis depth of shade And splendid in His sight . ELLIOTT . SPRING ...
... Look down on earth , secure , Look here , and wonder , and survey A world in miniature . A world not scorned by Him who made E'en weakness by His might ; But solemn in IIis depth of shade And splendid in His sight . ELLIOTT . SPRING ...
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Amid AUTUMN behold bending beneath birds bloom blue bough bowers breathes bright bright eyes brook buds burst cheerful clouds Corinna CORINNA'S COWPER cowslip cuckoo deep delight dewy doth dream of Spring E'en earth fair fields flock flowers forest fresh gale gentle gleam glow glowworm golden grass green grove HARVARD COLLEGE harvest-home hath hawthorn heart heaven hill icicle JOY OF SPRING king-cups lark leafy leaves LEIGH HUNT light looks MAY-BUSH mead merry minnow MORNING moss mountains murmurs Nature's night NIGHTINGALE AT EVE o'er Philomel POETRY primrose rain rise round shade shepherd shine showers silent silver silver bell sings smile snow soft song sound spread SPRING stream SUMMER REVERIE sunbeams sunny sweet sweetly tender thee THOMSON thou trees vale violets voice wain walk wander wanton song warble WILD BRAMBLE wind wings WINTER winter aconite wintry woodland woods yellow
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120 ÆäÀÌÁö - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow> Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have looked o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the larch has hung all his tassels forth, The fisher is out on the sunny sea, And the reindeer bounds o'er the pastures free, And the pine has a fringe of softer green, And the moss looks bright, where my foot hath been.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept. Come, and receive them...
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.