Illustrated ed. Summer time in the country |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 48
Stran 16
... pictures by Poets are commonly well - coloured . Spenser and Milton give exquisite sketches of the peacock— fayre peacocks that excel in pride , And , full of Argus eyes , their tayles dispredden wide . Th ' other whose gay train Fairy ...
... pictures by Poets are commonly well - coloured . Spenser and Milton give exquisite sketches of the peacock— fayre peacocks that excel in pride , And , full of Argus eyes , their tayles dispredden wide . Th ' other whose gay train Fairy ...
Stran 19
... picture of the rock - pigeon : beneath yon spreading ash , Hung o'er the steep , whence , borne on liquid wing , The sounding culver shoots . The pigeon in full sweep gives a very remarkable sound . But the picturesque word , " shoots ...
... picture of the rock - pigeon : beneath yon spreading ash , Hung o'er the steep , whence , borne on liquid wing , The sounding culver shoots . The pigeon in full sweep gives a very remarkable sound . But the picturesque word , " shoots ...
Stran 21
... pictures of Clare , with less decoration , present equal truthfulness of colour and sound , as in the following scene from a summer evening walk : — From the hedge , in drowsy hum , Heedless buzzing beetles bum , Haunting every bushy ...
... pictures of Clare , with less decoration , present equal truthfulness of colour and sound , as in the following scene from a summer evening walk : — From the hedge , in drowsy hum , Heedless buzzing beetles bum , Haunting every bushy ...
Stran 36
... picture . Of all such excellence as that of Tibullus , the secret is labour . " I am glad your ' Fan ' is mounted so soon ; but I would have you varnish and glaze it at your leisure , and polish the sticks as much as you can . " This ...
... picture . Of all such excellence as that of Tibullus , the secret is labour . " I am glad your ' Fan ' is mounted so soon ; but I would have you varnish and glaze it at your leisure , and polish the sticks as much as you can . " This ...
Stran 37
... picture , he said , " I am continually painting it within myself . " How often Milton sat under a cedar with Eve , and Shakspere gazed into the passionate eyes of Juliet , before the last kindling glow of beauty was imparted ! MAY 9TH ...
... picture , he said , " I am continually painting it within myself . " How often Milton sat under a cedar with Eve , and Shakspere gazed into the passionate eyes of Juliet , before the last kindling glow of beauty was imparted ! MAY 9TH ...
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admirable Æneid beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird Bishop bloom bough bright charm cloud colour Correggio Cowley Cowper dark delight Demosthenes Dryden English exquisite fancy favourite feeling flowers fountain garden genius Giorgione gleam glow-worm glowing grace grass Gray Greek green Ham House hand happy heard heart hedge hills HISTORY OF GARDENS Horace Walpole Iliad Johnson landscape leaf leaves light lives look Lord Lucretius memory Milton mind morning nature never nightingale numbers o'er painted painter panegyric Paradise Lost pencil Père la Chaise picture picturesque pleasant pleasing poem poet poetical poetry Pope recollect remark Rembrandt rose round Rubens rural Salvator Rosa says scene shade shadow Shakspere shines singing Slight circumstances soft song Spenser spring stream summer sweet taste Thomson thou thought Tibullus Titian trees truth verses village Virgil walk Waller Walpole Warburton watch wings wood write
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Stran 144 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Stran 212 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Stran 50 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Stran 180 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Stran 47 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Stran 194 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Stran 34 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Stran 189 - Typhoean rage more fell Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Stran 82 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Stran 91 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.