Specimens, Poetical and CriticalBradbury, Evans, 1867 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 181 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
الصفحة 182 - So, some tempestuous morn in early June, When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er, Before the roses and the longest day — When garden-walks and all the grassy floor With blossoms red and white of fallen May And chestnut-flowers are strewn...
الصفحة 183 - Well! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be; Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our tree-topped hill! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil; I know the Fyfield tree; I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields; And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries; I know these slopes: who knows them if not I?
الصفحة 182 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet-William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
الصفحة 180 - Far off; — anon her mate comes winging back From hunting, and a great way off descries His huddling young left sole ; at that, he checks His pinion, and with short, uneasy sweeps Circles above his eyry...
الصفحة 185 - The power that predominated in his intellectual operations was rather strong reason than quick sensibility. Upon all occasions that were presented, he studied rather than felt, and produced sentiments not such as nature enforces, but meditation supplies. With the simple and elemental passions, as they spring separate in the mind...
الصفحة 181 - And he saw that youth, Of age and looks to be his own dear son, Piteous and lovely, lying on the sand, Like some rich hyacinth, which by the scythe Of an unskilful gardener has been cut, Mowing the garden grass-plots near its bed, And lies, a fragrant tower of purple bloom, On the mown, dying grass; - so Sohrab lay, Lovely in death, upon the common sand.
الصفحة 95 - Down below a sad mysterious music, Wailing through the woods and on the shore, Burdened with a grand majestic secret That keeps sweeping from us evermore. Up above a music that entwineth, With eternal threads of golden sound, The great poem of this strange existence, All whose wondrous meaning hath been found.
الصفحة 180 - Chiding his mate back to her nest; but she Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stony gorge out of his ken, A heap of fluttering feathers — never more Shall the lake glass her, flying over it...
الصفحة 195 - Sometimes a child will cross the glade To take his nurse his broken toy ; Sometimes a thrush flit overhead Deep in her unknown day's employ.