Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 páginas |
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... murmurs on its breast , The blue - fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest . ' Tis Flora's page ; in every place , In every season , fresh and fair , It opens with perennial grace , And blossoms everywhere . On waste ...
... murmurs on its breast , The blue - fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest . ' Tis Flora's page ; in every place , In every season , fresh and fair , It opens with perennial grace , And blossoms everywhere . On waste ...
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... And they whose meadows it murmurs through Have named the stream from its own fair hue . Yet pure its waters , its shallows are bright With colored pebbles and sparkles of light , And clear the depths where its eddies play , And 3 25.
... And they whose meadows it murmurs through Have named the stream from its own fair hue . Yet pure its waters , its shallows are bright With colored pebbles and sparkles of light , And clear the depths where its eddies play , And 3 25.
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And thy own wild music gushing out , With mellow murmur and fairy shout , From dawn to the blush of another day , Like traveller singing along his way . BRYANT . THE DROP OF DEW . SEE how the orient dew , Shed from the bosom of the morn ...
And thy own wild music gushing out , With mellow murmur and fairy shout , From dawn to the blush of another day , Like traveller singing along his way . BRYANT . THE DROP OF DEW . SEE how the orient dew , Shed from the bosom of the morn ...
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... murmur , soon replies , God doth need Either man's work or his own gift ; who best Bear his mild yoke , they serve him best ; his state Is kingly ; thousands at His bidding speed , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also ...
... murmur , soon replies , God doth need Either man's work or his own gift ; who best Bear his mild yoke , they serve him best ; his state Is kingly ; thousands at His bidding speed , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also ...
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... murmur , deep and loud , Choking the ways that wind ' Mongst the proud piles , the work of human kind . Thy golden sunshine comes From the round heaven , and on their dwellings lies , And lights their inner homes ; For them Thou fill'st ...
... murmur , deep and loud , Choking the ways that wind ' Mongst the proud piles , the work of human kind . Thy golden sunshine comes From the round heaven , and on their dwellings lies , And lights their inner homes ; For them Thou fill'st ...
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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Página 44 - 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, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 32 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 16 - 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...
Página 67 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Página 55 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Página 158 - ... from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Página 103 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 102 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 32 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 44 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...