Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172页 |
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第14页
... dead . The lambkin crops its crimson gem , The wild - bee murmurs on its breast , The blue - fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest . ' Tis Flora's page ; in every place , In every season , fresh and fair , It opens ...
... dead . The lambkin crops its crimson gem , The wild - bee murmurs on its breast , The blue - fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the skylark's nest . ' Tis Flora's page ; in every place , In every season , fresh and fair , It opens ...
第29页
... dead alike To love and friendship both , that is not pleased With sight of animals enjoying life , Nor feels their happiness augment his own . The bounding fawn , that darts along the glade When none pursues , through mere delight of ...
... dead alike To love and friendship both , that is not pleased With sight of animals enjoying life , Nor feels their happiness augment his own . The bounding fawn , that darts along the glade When none pursues , through mere delight of ...
第69页
... dead ; those two are dead ; Their spirits are in Heaven ! ' Twas throwing words away , for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . " WORDSWORTH . TO HIS SON , SIX YEARS OLD ; DURING SICKNESS 69.
... dead ; those two are dead ; Their spirits are in Heaven ! ' Twas throwing words away , for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . " WORDSWORTH . TO HIS SON , SIX YEARS OLD ; DURING SICKNESS 69.
第71页
... dead . Like a sunbeam , through our dwelling , Shone thy presence bright and calm ! Thou didst add a zest to pleasure , To our sorrows thou wert balm ; Brighter beamed thine eyes that summer ; And thy first attempts at speech Thrilled ...
... dead . Like a sunbeam , through our dwelling , Shone thy presence bright and calm ! Thou didst add a zest to pleasure , To our sorrows thou wert balm ; Brighter beamed thine eyes that summer ; And thy first attempts at speech Thrilled ...
第83页
... to hear That voice , unto my beating heart did bring a joyful fear ; For well I knew the wild song that wavered o'er my head Must be from some celestial thing , or from the happy dead . " I looked up from my Bible — and lo 83.
... to hear That voice , unto my beating heart did bring a joyful fear ; For well I knew the wild song that wavered o'er my head Must be from some celestial thing , or from the happy dead . " I looked up from my Bible — and lo 83.
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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第44页 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
第32页 - 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?
第16页 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
第67页 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
第55页 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
第158页 - ... from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
第103页 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
第102页 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
第32页 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. 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.
第44页 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...