Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 pages |
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... hath lost ; She will bring thee , all together , All delights of summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May , From dewy sward or thorny spray , All the heaped Autumn's wealth , With a still , mysterious stealth ; She will mix these ...
... hath lost ; She will bring thee , all together , All delights of summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May , From dewy sward or thorny spray , All the heaped Autumn's wealth , With a still , mysterious stealth ; She will mix these ...
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... hath written in those flowers above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love . Bright and glorious is that revelation , Written all over this great world of ours , Making evident our own creation ...
... hath written in those flowers above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love . Bright and glorious is that revelation , Written all over this great world of ours , Making evident our own creation ...
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... , cheerful Flower ! my spirits play With kindred gladness : And when , at dusk , by dews opprest Thou sink'st , the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness . THE DAISY . And all day long I number yet.
... , cheerful Flower ! my spirits play With kindred gladness : And when , at dusk , by dews opprest Thou sink'st , the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness . THE DAISY . And all day long I number yet.
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... hath fled , And the frost hath passed his scythe , O'er thy small unsheltered head ? Ah ! some lie amidst the dead , ( Many a giant stubborn tree , - Many a plant , the Spirit shed , ) That were better nursed than thee ! 56 BARRY ...
... hath fled , And the frost hath passed his scythe , O'er thy small unsheltered head ? Ah ! some lie amidst the dead , ( Many a giant stubborn tree , - Many a plant , the Spirit shed , ) That were better nursed than thee ! 56 BARRY ...
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Caroline Matilda Kirkland. 56 BARRY CORNWALL . What hath saved thee ? Thou wast not ' Gainst the arrowy Winter furred , — Armed in scale , but all forgot When the frozen winds were stirred . Nature , who doth clothe the bird , Should ...
Caroline Matilda Kirkland. 56 BARRY CORNWALL . What hath saved thee ? Thou wast not ' Gainst the arrowy Winter furred , — Armed in scale , but all forgot When the frozen winds were stirred . Nature , who doth clothe the bird , Should ...
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angels Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath blessed bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups charms cheer child clouds Countess of Winchelsea creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fade fair fairy fancy FLOWER ANGELS flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle glad glory glowing golden golden air green happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy idlesse Jeune leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lily lips lonely look Mary Howitt merry morning Nature's night o'er ODE ON MELANCHOLY perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain Robert Herrick rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh silent sing skies smile snow soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sunny sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought tree violets whisper wild winds wings
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Page 168 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Page 128 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 241 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 42 - 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.
Page 167 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial, loved return ! For when thy folding star — arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge. And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin...
Page 129 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 20 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 254 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Page 178 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath, But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
Page 178 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.