Nature and Art: Poems and Pictures from the Best Authors and ArtistsEstes and Lauriat, 1881 - 158 páginas |
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... kiss At lightest thrill from the bee's swinging chime , Because the one so near the other is . He was the elder , and a little man . Of forty inches , bound to show no dread , And I the girl that puppy - like now ran , Now lagged behind ...
... kiss At lightest thrill from the bee's swinging chime , Because the one so near the other is . He was the elder , and a little man . Of forty inches , bound to show no dread , And I the girl that puppy - like now ran , Now lagged behind ...
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... kissed , That wavers and wanes through an amber mist , There cometh a dream of the past to me , On the desert sands , by the autumn sea . All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil , And the face of the ocean is dim and pale , And there ...
... kissed , That wavers and wanes through an amber mist , There cometh a dream of the past to me , On the desert sands , by the autumn sea . All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil , And the face of the ocean is dim and pale , And there ...
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... kiss you , ' tis that you blow not ; Mind ! the shut pink mouth opens never ! For while thus it pouts , her fingers wrestle , Twinkling the audacious leaves between , Till round they turn , and down they nestle ; Is not the dear mark ...
... kiss you , ' tis that you blow not ; Mind ! the shut pink mouth opens never ! For while thus it pouts , her fingers wrestle , Twinkling the audacious leaves between , Till round they turn , and down they nestle ; Is not the dear mark ...
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... kissed , Slowly rises up the vapor In a cloud of ghostly mist . While the eve is slowly turning Its last grains of golden sand , What a holy quiet hovers Over all the drowsy land ! There is now the spell of silence , Of a silence calm ...
... kissed , Slowly rises up the vapor In a cloud of ghostly mist . While the eve is slowly turning Its last grains of golden sand , What a holy quiet hovers Over all the drowsy land ! There is now the spell of silence , Of a silence calm ...
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... kiss these flowers , And then wash'd off by April showers ; Here , hear my Kenna sing a song ; There , see a blackbird feed her young , Or a leverock build her nest ; Here , give my weary spirits rest , And raise my low - pitch'd ...
... kiss these flowers , And then wash'd off by April showers ; Here , hear my Kenna sing a song ; There , see a blackbird feed her young , Or a leverock build her nest ; Here , give my weary spirits rest , And raise my low - pitch'd ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON autumn sea beauty beneath Beware bird bloom blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright calm CATARACT OF LODORE charms CHOCORUA clouds cold deep Designed and etched dream dying earth eyes flowers fooling thee FOREST fresh garden gentle GEORGE FULLER gleam glide golden grass green GREENWOOD TREE happy hath hear heart heaven High trolollie hills hither HUSKERS JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL jingle John Anderson lake Lauderbach laugh leaves light lollie LUCY LARCOM maiden meadows merry mighty moon morning MOUNT CHOCORUA murmur NATURE AND ART never o'er old kirk yard PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY play rain remember rest rill rocks rose round scene shade shines silence sing sleep smile snow soft solitude song soul sound stream summer sunset sweet thine Thomas Moran thou VALLEY BROOK W. J. Linton waters waves wend wild echoes flying WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings WINTER wood
Pasajes populares
Página 51 - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Página 145 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 121 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Página 147 - Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The Stars peep behind her and peer. And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,— Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 147 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 129 - And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping...
Página 107 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 50 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Página 146 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Página 148 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...