The spirit of the woods, by the author of 'The moral of flowers'.1837 |
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Pàgina xiii
... fragrance , at her shrine ; Nor lacks there fitting music , for the breeze Steals from each bush a song , and with it blends Its own soft cadences , so wildly sweet . Nature keeps holiday , and man himself Partakes her triumph and ...
... fragrance , at her shrine ; Nor lacks there fitting music , for the breeze Steals from each bush a song , and with it blends Its own soft cadences , so wildly sweet . Nature keeps holiday , and man himself Partakes her triumph and ...
Pàgina 38
... fragrance of its pretty , pale flowers , - Diffusing odours , " - " at dewy eve from which innumerable swarms of bees are seen " extracting liquid sweets . " Besides , as it has been well remarked , in a paper on trees in Blackwood's ...
... fragrance of its pretty , pale flowers , - Diffusing odours , " - " at dewy eve from which innumerable swarms of bees are seen " extracting liquid sweets . " Besides , as it has been well remarked , in a paper on trees in Blackwood's ...
Pàgina 41
... fragrant flowers ; whilst no other sound was heard in the summer air but the occasional sudden , though rare , twitter of the skimming swallow , or the distant cooing of the amorous ringdove ; and when all was silent on the earth , save ...
... fragrant flowers ; whilst no other sound was heard in the summer air but the occasional sudden , though rare , twitter of the skimming swallow , or the distant cooing of the amorous ringdove ; and when all was silent on the earth , save ...
Pàgina 58
... fragrance , what different means are used for accomplishing similar ends . In one and the same coppice how various in outline and in tint are the trees which compose it ! — " No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its ...
... fragrance , what different means are used for accomplishing similar ends . In one and the same coppice how various in outline and in tint are the trees which compose it ! — " No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its ...
Pàgina 73
... fragrance of the yellow broom ; While o'er our heads the weeping birch - tree stream'd Its branches , arching like a fountain shower . " Notwithstanding its fragility of appearance , the birch is a most hardy tree , refusing no soil or ...
... fragrance of the yellow broom ; While o'er our heads the weeping birch - tree stream'd Its branches , arching like a fountain shower . " Notwithstanding its fragility of appearance , the birch is a most hardy tree , refusing no soil or ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 95 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Pàgina 151 - I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Pàgina 92 - Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night. In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Pàgina 14 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.
Pàgina 271 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Pàgina 183 - The fig-tree ; not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade High over-arch'd, and echoing walks between...
Pàgina 2 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pàgina 121 - It seems a day (I speak of one from many singled out) One of those heavenly days that cannot die ; When, in the eagerness of boyish hope, I left our cottage-threshold, sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung, A nutting-crook in hand ; and turned my steps...
Pàgina 173 - Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining, In Desolation unrepining, Without a hope on earth to find A mirror in an answering mind, Meek souls there are, who little dream Their daily strife an Angel's theme, Or that the rod they take so calm, Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm.
Pàgina 258 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...