The Rural Muse: PoemsWhittaker, 1835 - 175 من الصفحات |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
beautiful Beauty's bird bloom blossoms blushing bosom bower bramble breast breath broken flower brook cloud daring song decay delight doth dream dwelling e'en earth eternal fading things fairy fairy bowers fame fancies fear feel flowers Genius gentle GLINTON gone grass GRASSHOPPER green happy happy prime hath haunted mind heart heaven hedge hide hopes hour laughing leaves life's live lonely Love's luscious Mary Lee merry mighty mighty wind mood morn muse's musing Nature's neath nest night nought o'er painted peaks pass pasture pilewort play pluck Poesy praise pride quiet mind rapture rich round rude scarcely shade shadows shine shower shun sigh sing smile song sorrows spots spring stoop summer sunny sunshine sweet thee thine things thou art thought Time's toil tree warm weeds wert white-thorn wild wind wing winter withered wood
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 120 - With joy — and oft an unintruding guest, I watched her secret toils from day to day How true she warped the moss to form her nest, And modelled it within with wood and clay. And by and by, like...
الصفحة 14 - And think of what ye are. Who thinks that love doth live In beauty's tempting show, Shall find his hopes ungive, And melt in reason's thaw; Who thinks that pleasure lies In every fairy bower, Shall oft, to his surprise, Find poison in the flower. Dost lawless pleasures grasp?
الصفحة 13 - He alone should rule. Dost think, when wealth is won, Thy heart has its desire ? Hold ice up to the sun, And wax before the fire ; Nor triumph o'er the reign Which they so soon resign ; In this world weigh the gain, Insurance safe is thine.
الصفحة 9 - To note on hedgerow baulks, in moisture sprent, The jetty snail creep from the mossy thorn, With earnest heed, and tremulous intent, Frail brother of the morn, That from the tiny bents and misted leaves Withdraws his timid horn, And fearful vision weaves...
الصفحة 24 - neath the rustling boughs, For we will have another search to-day, And hunt this fern-strewn thorn-clump round and round, And where this reeded wood-grass idly bows We'll wade right through ; it is a likely nook. In such like spots, and often on the ground They'll build where rude boys never think to look...
الصفحة 120 - Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush Sing hymns of rapture, while I drank the sound With joy — and oft an unintruding guest, I watched her secret toils from day to day, How true she warped the moss to form her nest, And modelled it within with wood and clay.
الصفحة 107 - Down narrow glens, o'erhung with dewy thorn. Where from the long grass underneath, the snail, Jet black, creeps out, and sprouts his timid horn. I love to muse o'er meadows newly mown, Where withering grass perfumes the sultry air ; Where bees search round, with sad and weary drone, In vain, for flowers that bloomed but newly there ; While in the juicy corn the hidden quail Cries, "Wet my foot;" and, hid as thoughts unborn, The fairy-like and seldom-seen land-rail Utters " Craik, craik," like voices...
الصفحة 10 - He thinks the rain begun, And hastes to sheltering bowers. But now the evening curdles dank and grey, Changing her watchet hue for sombre weed ; And moping owls, to close the lids of day, . On drowsy wing proceed ; While chickering crickets, tremulous and long, Light's farewell inly heed, And give it parting song.
الصفحة 109 - In robbing birds, and cunning, deeply skilled, Searching each bush and taller clump of grass, Where'er was likelihood of bird to build: Yet did she hide her habitation long, And keep her little brood from danger's eye, Hidden as secret as a cricket's song, Till they, well-fledged, o'er widest pools...
الصفحة 31 - I've no power, My angel, Mary Lee, To speak, unless the flower Can make excuse for me. Though they deck no princely halls, In bouquets for glittering balls, My gentle Mary Lee ! Richer hues than painted walls Will make them dear to thee ; For the blue and laughing sky Spreads a grander canopy, Than all wealth's golden skill, My charming Mary Lee ! Love would make them dearer still, • That offers them to thee.