Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 halaman |
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Halaman 14
... labour of our peasantry during the summer months was the most fatiguing that man could en- dure . I knew but little of cities then - I had not seen artisans working in cellars not larger than the kennel kept for a mastiff in the country ...
... labour of our peasantry during the summer months was the most fatiguing that man could en- dure . I knew but little of cities then - I had not seen artisans working in cellars not larger than the kennel kept for a mastiff in the country ...
Halaman 15
... labour of his little garden , the mechanic , who has no such spot for either amusement or profit , may steal forth , if it be but for an hour , into some of those delightful spots that spread around every city . I have always fancied ...
... labour of his little garden , the mechanic , who has no such spot for either amusement or profit , may steal forth , if it be but for an hour , into some of those delightful spots that spread around every city . I have always fancied ...
Halaman 38
... labour of the husbandman is , for once in the year , at a stand ; and he haunts the alehouse fire , or lolls list- lessly over the half - door of the village smithy , and watches the progress of the labour which he unconsciously envies ...
... labour of the husbandman is , for once in the year , at a stand ; and he haunts the alehouse fire , or lolls list- lessly over the half - door of the village smithy , and watches the progress of the labour which he unconsciously envies ...
Halaman 76
... labour . Again the ploughman " whistles o'er the furrowed land ; " and it is truly pleasant to watch him plodding over the heavy soil , which clings in masses to his nailed boots . You see his well- fed horses moving slowly along the ...
... labour . Again the ploughman " whistles o'er the furrowed land ; " and it is truly pleasant to watch him plodding over the heavy soil , which clings in masses to his nailed boots . You see his well- fed horses moving slowly along the ...
Halaman 78
... labour of building and repairing nests ; and highly amusing it is to ob- serve the tricks and artifices of the thievish tribe , some to defend , and others to plunder the materials of their new habita- tions . " Some birds , which took ...
... labour of building and repairing nests ; and highly amusing it is to ob- serve the tricks and artifices of the thievish tribe , some to defend , and others to plunder the materials of their new habita- tions . " Some birds , which took ...
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Halaman 175 - 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! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Halaman 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Halaman 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Halaman 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Halaman 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Halaman 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Halaman 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Halaman 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Halaman 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Halaman 283 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...