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Page 68
... colored faces Of pale primroses puritan , In maiden sisterhood demure ; Each virgin floweret faint and wan With the bliss of her own sweet breath so pure . And the borage , blue - eyed , with a 68 POETRY OF THE SEASONS . Robert Herrick.
... colored faces Of pale primroses puritan , In maiden sisterhood demure ; Each virgin floweret faint and wan With the bliss of her own sweet breath so pure . And the borage , blue - eyed , with a 68 POETRY OF THE SEASONS . Robert Herrick.
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... breath more sweet than the faint perfume That breathes from the bridal orange - bloom . It is not found by the garden wall , It wreathes no brow in the festal hall , But it dwells in the depths of the shadowy wood , And shines , like a ...
... breath more sweet than the faint perfume That breathes from the bridal orange - bloom . It is not found by the garden wall , It wreathes no brow in the festal hall , But it dwells in the depths of the shadowy wood , And shines , like a ...
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... breath on the passing breeze ; Hunting about , among lichens gray , And the tangled masses beside the way , Till they catch the glance of its quiet eye , Like light that breaks through a cloudy sky . For me , sweet blossom , thy ...
... breath on the passing breeze ; Hunting about , among lichens gray , And the tangled masses beside the way , Till they catch the glance of its quiet eye , Like light that breaks through a cloudy sky . For me , sweet blossom , thy ...
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... breath was mix'd with fresh odors sent From the turf , like the voice and the instrument . Then the pied windflowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess , Till ...
... breath was mix'd with fresh odors sent From the turf , like the voice and the instrument . Then the pied windflowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess , Till ...
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... breath of winter , and on his brow Fixed like a pale and melancholy star ; The languid hyacinth and wild primrose , And daisy trodden down like modesty ; The foxglove , in whose drooping bells the bee Makes her sweet music ; the ...
... breath of winter , and on his brow Fixed like a pale and melancholy star ; The languid hyacinth and wild primrose , And daisy trodden down like modesty ; The foxglove , in whose drooping bells the bee Makes her sweet music ; the ...
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Page 21 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Page 170 - 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, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 4 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Page 108 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 69 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 37 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 320 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 285 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 18 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Page 44 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they { Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.