The Sylvan Year: Leaves from the Note-book of Raoul DuboisRoberts Brothers, 1876 - 243 pages |
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... flowers . a The German invaders of Lorraine had carried away the greater part of my library and my little collection of pictures . My herbarium , which it had taken me years to collect and classify , had gone I knew not whither ...
... flowers . a The German invaders of Lorraine had carried away the greater part of my library and my little collection of pictures . My herbarium , which it had taken me years to collect and classify , had gone I knew not whither ...
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... flower on the earth beneath : still it would have been impossible for a painter , or for any one capable of seeing color in nature , not to be continually interested by the wonderful variety around us . It was not merely those pale ...
... flower on the earth beneath : still it would have been impossible for a painter , or for any one capable of seeing color in nature , not to be continually interested by the wonderful variety around us . It was not merely those pale ...
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... flowers . There you have leaf - drawing certainly , and careful copying of petals and calices , yet always subordinated to the effect of a bouquet as a mass . Before quitting the subject of leaf - drawing let me add , that careful ...
... flowers . There you have leaf - drawing certainly , and careful copying of petals and calices , yet always subordinated to the effect of a bouquet as a mass . Before quitting the subject of leaf - drawing let me add , that careful ...
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... flowers are ready to blossom , it is almost sure to come down suddenly upon the earth , like a fit of somnolence on a weary human frame . So it happened that one day near the end of February the thermometer went down very rapidly , and ...
... flowers are ready to blossom , it is almost sure to come down suddenly upon the earth , like a fit of somnolence on a weary human frame . So it happened that one day near the end of February the thermometer went down very rapidly , and ...
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... flowers , with songs of birds , with purer , brighter light , and such refreshment that it is like a fountain of jouvence . So they hail the season with their most melodious invocations , sometimes in grave earnestness , as if its ...
... flowers , with songs of birds , with purer , brighter light , and such refreshment that it is like a fountain of jouvence . So they hail the season with their most melodious invocations , sometimes in grave earnestness , as if its ...
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Page 72 - So fast they follow : your sister "s drown'd, Laertes. Laer. Drown'd ! O, where ? Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Page 162 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o
Page 72 - And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Page 81 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 200 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
Page 13 - Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura Che la diritta via era smarrita.
Page 179 - Dum iuga montis aper, fluvios dum piscis amabit, dumque thymo pascentur apes, dum rore cicadae, semper honos nomenque tuum laudesque manebunt. Ut Baccho Cererique, tibi sic vota quotannis agricolae facient ; damnabis tu quoque votis.
Page 79 - Flits by the sea-blue bird of March; Come, wear the form by which I know Thy spirit in time among thy peers; The hope of unaccomplish'd years Be large and lucid round thy brow. When summer's hourly-mellowing change May breathe, with many roses sweet, Upon the thousand waves of wheat, That ripple round the...
Page 59 - Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows, a stiffen'd Corse, 320 Stretch'd out, and bleaching in the northern blast.
Page 96 - Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave? What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.