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... tree - swung cradle of a child , So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year : -be calm and mild , Trembling hours ... trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine ) Now that our ...
... tree - swung cradle of a child , So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year : -be calm and mild , Trembling hours ... trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine ) Now that our ...
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... tree , Or pine - grove whither woodman never clomb , Or lonely house , long held the witches ' home , Methinks were fitter instruments for thee , Mad Lutanists ! who in this month of showers , Of dark brown gardens , and of peeping ...
... tree , Or pine - grove whither woodman never clomb , Or lonely house , long held the witches ' home , Methinks were fitter instruments for thee , Mad Lutanists ! who in this month of showers , Of dark brown gardens , and of peeping ...
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... tree , though we all spring from the same root ; your son , my kinsman , shall not be pressed ! " So good was the meeting of modesty in a poor , with courtesy in an honourable person , and gentry I believe in both . And I have reason to ...
... tree , though we all spring from the same root ; your son , my kinsman , shall not be pressed ! " So good was the meeting of modesty in a poor , with courtesy in an honourable person , and gentry I believe in both . And I have reason to ...
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... tree itself . For Perkin after he had been awhile in the Tower , began to insinuate him- self into the favour and kindness of his keepers , servants of the lieutenant of the Tower , Sir John Digby , being four in number ; Strangeways ...
... tree itself . For Perkin after he had been awhile in the Tower , began to insinuate him- self into the favour and kindness of his keepers , servants of the lieutenant of the Tower , Sir John Digby , being four in number ; Strangeways ...
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... trees are fled , They've cut the brook a straighter bed : No shades the present lords allow , The miller only murmurs now ; The waters now his mill forsake , And form a pond they call a lake . " " Then , lassie , lead thy grandsire on ...
... trees are fled , They've cut the brook a straighter bed : No shades the present lords allow , The miller only murmurs now ; The waters now his mill forsake , And form a pond they call a lake . " " Then , lassie , lead thy grandsire on ...
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Página 251 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Página 251 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight...
Página 251 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Página 28 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye...
Página 204 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 282 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest...
Página 128 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Página 189 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
Página 42 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself ; for if by chance he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and if he sees any body else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Página 252 - I stopped my horse lately where a great number of people were collected at an auction of merchants' goods. The hour of the sale not being come, they were conversing on the badness of the times; and one of the company called to a plain, clean, old man, with white locks: "Pray, Father Abraham, what think you of the times? Will not these heavy taxes quite ruin the country? How shall we ever be able to pay them? What would you advise us to do?" Father Abraham stood up and replied: "If you would have...