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Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the sun's
eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn , And Spring shall soon
her vital influence shed , Again attune the grove , again adorn the mead . « Shall I
be ...
Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the sun's
eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn , And Spring shall soon
her vital influence shed , Again attune the grove , again adorn the mead . « Shall I
be ...
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Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy
welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ;
Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ...
Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy
welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ;
Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ...
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What time the pea puts on the bloom , Thou Aiest thy vocal vale , An annual guest
in other lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy
sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year !
What time the pea puts on the bloom , Thou Aiest thy vocal vale , An annual guest
in other lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy
sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year !
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ODE TO SPRING . Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire , Hoar Winter's
blooming child , delightful Spring ! Whose unshorn locks with leaves And
swelling buds are crown'd ; From the green islands of eternal youth , Crown'd
with fresh ...
ODE TO SPRING . Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire , Hoar Winter's
blooming child , delightful Spring ! Whose unshorn locks with leaves And
swelling buds are crown'd ; From the green islands of eternal youth , Crown'd
with fresh ...
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The swallow oft , beneath my thatch , Shall twitter from her clay - built nest ; Oft
shall the pilgrim lift the latch , And share my meal , a welcome guest . and apron
Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flow'r that drinks the dew ; And ...
The swallow oft , beneath my thatch , Shall twitter from her clay - built nest ; Oft
shall the pilgrim lift the latch , And share my meal , a welcome guest . and apron
Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flow'r that drinks the dew ; And ...
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arms beauty beneath bloom breast breath bright brings charms child close clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth face fair fall fear feel field fire flowers gentle give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour land leaves light living lonely look Lord meet mind morn mountain Nature ne'er never night o'er once past peace pleasure pride rest rise rose round scene seen shade shore side sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till truth turn vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings woods young youth
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Страница 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Страница 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Страница 311 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Страница 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Страница 152 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Страница 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Страница 196 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Страница 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Страница 110 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Страница 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Библиографски подаци
| Наслов | Selections from the British Poets, Том 2 Издања 112-113 књиге Family library Издања 112-113 књиге Harper's family library Selections from the British Poets, Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Сакупио/ла | Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Издавач | Harper & brothers, 1840 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 14 авг 2007 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |