Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons |
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Page ix
... Appearance of the Season . - Walking in Frosty Weather . - Beauty of Hoar Frost . - Freezing Showers . - Name of January . - Preservation of Buds . -Book of Job . - Fish in Frosty Weather . - Food of Birds . - Game destroy- ed in Snow ...
... Appearance of the Season . - Walking in Frosty Weather . - Beauty of Hoar Frost . - Freezing Showers . - Name of January . - Preservation of Buds . -Book of Job . - Fish in Frosty Weather . - Food of Birds . - Game destroy- ed in Snow ...
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... Appearance of the Season . - March - many - weathers . - Rural Objects.— Ploughing . Spring - green . - Shakspeare's Violets . - Sensations produced by Spring . The Weather . - Poem on the Season . - Utility of March Winds . - Birds ...
... Appearance of the Season . - March - many - weathers . - Rural Objects.— Ploughing . Spring - green . - Shakspeare's Violets . - Sensations produced by Spring . The Weather . - Poem on the Season . - Utility of March Winds . - Birds ...
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... Appearance of the Season . - May the favourite Month of Poets.- Children gathering Flowers . - Ladies in a Wood .-- Beauty of Heaths.- Lilies - of - the - Valley . - The Hawthorn . - Gathering May . - Ornament in Cottage Parlours ...
... Appearance of the Season . - May the favourite Month of Poets.- Children gathering Flowers . - Ladies in a Wood .-- Beauty of Heaths.- Lilies - of - the - Valley . - The Hawthorn . - Gathering May . - Ornament in Cottage Parlours ...
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... Appearance of the Season . - Roses in bloom . - Eve in Eden . - Emilie in the Garden . - Herrick's Parliament of Roses . - Wars of the Roses.- Juliet . Thoughts on Flowers . - Approach of Summer . — Landscape.— Evening . Gipsies ...
... Appearance of the Season . - Roses in bloom . - Eve in Eden . - Emilie in the Garden . - Herrick's Parliament of Roses . - Wars of the Roses.- Juliet . Thoughts on Flowers . - Approach of Summer . — Landscape.— Evening . Gipsies ...
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... Appearance of Scenery . - Folding of Flocks . - Willows , and Water . The Skylark . - Departure of Martlets . - The Ladybird . - Old Song . -Appearance of the Sky . - Moles . - Blue Butterfly . — Lapwings . - Linnets . -Harvest - mouse ...
... Appearance of Scenery . - Folding of Flocks . - Willows , and Water . The Skylark . - Departure of Martlets . - The Ladybird . - Old Song . -Appearance of the Sky . - Moles . - Blue Butterfly . — Lapwings . - Linnets . -Harvest - mouse ...
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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...