Woodnotes, for all seasons [an anthology].1842 |
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... Lark The Redbreast CONTENTS . Blackwood's Mag . Page 1 Mrs. Hemans 3 Wilson 5 6 J. Jones 7 The Jackdaw Robin Red - breast and Butterfly The Swallow's Return To the Cuckoo Song of the Crow Swallow To the Nightingale To a Wounded Singing ...
... Lark The Redbreast CONTENTS . Blackwood's Mag . Page 1 Mrs. Hemans 3 Wilson 5 6 J. Jones 7 The Jackdaw Robin Red - breast and Butterfly The Swallow's Return To the Cuckoo Song of the Crow Swallow To the Nightingale To a Wounded Singing ...
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... Lark The Kingfisher To a Hedge Sparrow To the Curlew The Peacock The Owl The White Stork The Goldfinch's Nest The Thrush Birds in Summer Ibid . 59 Graham 60 Wordsworth 62 Campbell 64 Butler 65 Mrs. M'Lehose 66 Barry Cornwall 67 ...
... Lark The Kingfisher To a Hedge Sparrow To the Curlew The Peacock The Owl The White Stork The Goldfinch's Nest The Thrush Birds in Summer Ibid . 59 Graham 60 Wordsworth 62 Campbell 64 Butler 65 Mrs. M'Lehose 66 Barry Cornwall 67 ...
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... Lark The Swallow The Goldfinch Ode to the Cuckoo To a City Pigeon Birds of Passage The Throstle The Falcon Page Hill 102 Bryant 103 W. H. Ainsworth 105 Hurdis 107 Literary Gazette 108 American Lady 109 J. T. Barker 111 112 115 Thomas ...
... Lark The Swallow The Goldfinch Ode to the Cuckoo To a City Pigeon Birds of Passage The Throstle The Falcon Page Hill 102 Bryant 103 W. H. Ainsworth 105 Hurdis 107 Literary Gazette 108 American Lady 109 J. T. Barker 111 112 115 Thomas ...
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... lark will enrapture , ' tis true , When no one would list to my white dove's soft coo , No one - save her young ones — and I. The song Farewell , then , sweet Dove ! if the winter is cold , May the spring with her blossoms appear In ...
... lark will enrapture , ' tis true , When no one would list to my white dove's soft coo , No one - save her young ones — and I. The song Farewell , then , sweet Dove ! if the winter is cold , May the spring with her blossoms appear In ...
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... . " Eagle ! wilt thou not arise ! Look upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance ! the fiery sun There his pride of place has won ; And the mounting lark is there , And sweet sound. B 2 WOODNOTES . 3 The Wounded Eagle Mrs Hemans.
... . " Eagle ! wilt thou not arise ! Look upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance ! the fiery sun There his pride of place has won ; And the mounting lark is there , And sweet sound. B 2 WOODNOTES . 3 The Wounded Eagle Mrs Hemans.
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art thou Barry Cornwall billow blest Blue Bird boughs bowers breast breeze bright brood Carrion Crow Charlotte Smith cheer cloud CUCKOO CURLEW dark delight dewy doth drest earth fair farewell feather'd flight flits flowers flutterer gale gentle gibbet glow GOLDFINCH green grove hail Hark hath hear heard heart heaven Horned Owl Linnet lonely love good morrow lovest minstrelsy morning mossy Neath nest night Nightingale noontide notes o'er PARROT pensive perch'd Petrel pinions plumage plumes Reckless thou rest rill ROBIN REDBREAST rock'd rude school-boy sequester'd shade sing skies Skylark soft song soothe sorrow soul spray spring stormy STORMY PETREL strain stream summer sunshine Swallow sweet bird tempests thee thine thou art Thou merry Lark thou shalt thrush thy wing tree vale vernal voice wandering warbling warm waves wild wind winter woods young
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Страница 101 - 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 45 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Страница 43 - 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.
Страница 25 - ... Most musical, most melancholy"* bird ! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man, whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch ! filled all things with himself And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit...
Страница 45 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Страница 29 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Страница 44 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Страница 102 - 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.
Страница 11 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Страница 120 - 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 ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.