 From cares I loved not, but of which the world Deems highest, to converse with her. When shrieked The bleak November winds, and smote the woods, And the brown fields were herbless, and the shades, That met above the merry rivulet, Were spoiled, I sought,...  The Foreign Quarterly Review - Halaman 1291832Tampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini
 | Jane Donahue Eberwein - 1978 - 398 halaman
...fields were herbless, and the shades, That met above the merry rivulet, 25 Were spoiled, I sought, I loved them still; they seemed Like old companions...as gay As with its fringe of summer flowers. Afar, 3° The village with its spires, the path of streams And dim receding valleys, hid before By interposing... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 halaman
...and the shades, That met above the merry rivulet, Were spoiled, I sought, I loved them still,—they seemed Like old companions in adversity. Still there...the bare grove, and my familiar haunts Seemed new to me. Nor was I slow to come Among them, when the clouds, from their still skirts, Had shaken down on... | |
 | 1902 - 250 halaman
...awakens one to noble aspirations. One can picture him as he stands upon his porch and gazes out where "Afar. The village with its spires, the path of streams And dim receding valleys, had before By interposing trees, lay visible Through the bare grove," nspires him with that sublime... | |
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