Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery

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Taylor and Hessey, 1820 - Country life - 222 pages
 

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Page xxviii - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play ; For some must watch, while some must sleep : Thus runs the world away.
Page xx - Seasons does not contain a single new image of external nature ; and scarcely presents a familiar one from which it can be inferred that the eye of the Poet had been steadily fixed upon his object, much less that his feelings had urged him to work upon it in the spirit of genuine imagination.
Page 69 - ALL how silent and how still, Nothing heard but yonder mill ; While the dazzled eye surveys All around a liquid blaze ; And amid the scorching gleams, If we earnest look, it seems As if crooked bits of glass Seem'd repeatedly to pass.
Page 141 - And hear the beetle sound his horn ; And hear the skylark whistling nigh, Sprung from his bed of tufted corn, A hailing minstrel in the sky.
Page 201 - Approach of Spring. Sweet are the omens of approaching Spring When gay the elder sprouts her winged leaves ; When tootling robins carol-welcomes sing, And sparrows chelp glad tidings from the eaves. What lovely prospects wait each wakening hour, When each new day some novelty displays, How sweet the sun-beam melts the crocus flower, Whose...
Page 149 - ... beauties of a daisy's face ; Oft will he witness, with admiring eyes, The brook's sweet dimples o'er the pebbles rise ; And often bent, as o'er some magic spell, He'll pause and pick his shaped stone and shell : Raptures the while his inward powers inflame, And joys delight him which he cannot name ; Ideas picture pleasing views to mind, For which his language can no utterance find...
Page 188 - WELCOME, pale Primrose ! starting up between Dead matted leaves of ash and oak, that strew The every lawn, the wood, and spinney through, Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green ; How much thy presence beautifies the ground : How sweet thy modest, unaffected pride Glows on the sunny bank, and wood's warm side. And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found...
Page 11 - And prints its image on my wrinkl'd cheeks Those charms of youth that I again may see May it be mine to meet my end in thee And as reward for all my troubles past Find one hope true to die at home at last...
Page 47 - s in vain to keep him warm. Poverty must brave the storm, Friendship none its aid to lend, Constant health his only friend, Granting leave to live in pain, Giving strength to toil in vain.
Page ix - Toiling in the naked fields, Where no bush a shelter yields, Needy Labour dithering stands, Beats and blows his numbing hands ; And upon the crumping snows Stamps, in vain, to warm his toes.

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