The naturalist's poetical companion, with notes, selected by E. Wilson |
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Pàgina 13
... spread By Him who cares for all ! MARY HOWITT . THE RISE AND EXPANSE OF A RIVER . BEHOLD the rivulet , from its parent source , Steal through the thicket with unheeded course ; Of future greatness yet unconscious stray , Like infant ...
... spread By Him who cares for all ! MARY HOWITT . THE RISE AND EXPANSE OF A RIVER . BEHOLD the rivulet , from its parent source , Steal through the thicket with unheeded course ; Of future greatness yet unconscious stray , Like infant ...
Pàgina 37
... Spreads in light grandeur his huge wings across , Self - poised in momentary balance there ? F. W. FABER , M. A. t . and turnal tween No so in- quisite THE REDBREAST . SWEET Social bird with breast of red , How prone's my heart to ...
... Spreads in light grandeur his huge wings across , Self - poised in momentary balance there ? F. W. FABER , M. A. t . and turnal tween No so in- quisite THE REDBREAST . SWEET Social bird with breast of red , How prone's my heart to ...
Pàgina 42
... spreads its plumes at my command , And stoops its purple head : - But where the Robin , humble guest , Comes flying from the tree Which bears its unpretending nest , Alas ! I'd rather be . The Fire - fly flashes through the sky , A ...
... spreads its plumes at my command , And stoops its purple head : - But where the Robin , humble guest , Comes flying from the tree Which bears its unpretending nest , Alas ! I'd rather be . The Fire - fly flashes through the sky , A ...
Pàgina 49
... spread : Transplanted from thine island - bed , A treasure in a grain of earth , Strange as a spirit from the dead , Thine embryo sprang to birth . Thrice welcome , little English flower ! Whose tribes beneath our natal skies Shut close ...
... spread : Transplanted from thine island - bed , A treasure in a grain of earth , Strange as a spirit from the dead , Thine embryo sprang to birth . Thrice welcome , little English flower ! Whose tribes beneath our natal skies Shut close ...
Pàgina 81
... spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams , and the sounding blast That , if it could , would hurry past ; But that enormous barrier binds it fast . Not free from boding thoughts awhile The shepherd stood : then makes his way Towards the ...
... spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams , and the sounding blast That , if it could , would hurry past ; But that enormous barrier binds it fast . Not free from boding thoughts awhile The shepherd stood : then makes his way Towards the ...
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The naturalist's poetical companion, with notes, selected by E. Wilson Naturalist pseud,Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) Visualització completa - 1852 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 256 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Pàgina 48 - 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?
Pàgina 348 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Pàgina 404 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; 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...
Pàgina 404 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Pàgina 123 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Pàgina 273 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Pàgina 130 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Pàgina 48 - 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.
Pàgina 341 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.