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... wing , made sweet the linnet's voice , and bid the roses bloom . " Oh ! how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms , which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland , the resounding shore , The pomp of groves , and ...
... wing , made sweet the linnet's voice , and bid the roses bloom . " Oh ! how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms , which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland , the resounding shore , The pomp of groves , and ...
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... wing , Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring , And as he prunes his plumes of russet hue , Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true . Oft have I watch'd thy closing buds at eve , Which for the parting sunbeams seem'd to grieve ; And ...
... wing , Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring , And as he prunes his plumes of russet hue , Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true . Oft have I watch'd thy closing buds at eve , Which for the parting sunbeams seem'd to grieve ; And ...
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... wing , Bright creatures that come with the voice of Spring ; We see you array'd in the hues of the morn , Yet ye dream not of pride , and ye wist not of scorn ! Though rainbow - splendour around you glows , Ye vaunt not the beauty which ...
... wing , Bright creatures that come with the voice of Spring ; We see you array'd in the hues of the morn , Yet ye dream not of pride , and ye wist not of scorn ! Though rainbow - splendour around you glows , Ye vaunt not the beauty which ...
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... wing , or whistle , round ; From breathing breeze , or tempest's awful roar ; Soft lisping rills , or ocean's ... wings ; Light fly's sharp counter ; bee's strong tenor tone ; Huge hornet's bass , and beetle's drowsy drone ...
... wing , or whistle , round ; From breathing breeze , or tempest's awful roar ; Soft lisping rills , or ocean's ... wings ; Light fly's sharp counter ; bee's strong tenor tone ; Huge hornet's bass , and beetle's drowsy drone ...
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... wing , May thy rude flight meet no rude foe , Delightful messenger of Spring ! ROBERT FRANKLIN . In Britain there ... wings : And the lark , with wakening lay , Upsprings , the harbinger of day . Now behold ! the blushing sky Tells the ...
... wing , May thy rude flight meet no rude foe , Delightful messenger of Spring ! ROBERT FRANKLIN . In Britain there ... wings : And the lark , with wakening lay , Upsprings , the harbinger of day . Now behold ! the blushing sky Tells the ...
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Alexander Wilson amid beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bloom blossoms blue blushing boughs bower breast breath breeze bright busy Bee charms cheerful clouds colours cowslip creatures cricket cuckoo daisies dark deep delight dost doth earth emblem fair flowers flowers of Scotland fly away home fragrant gale gentle gloom glory glow glow-worm grace grass green grove Hare-bell hast hath heart heaven hour house of York insect John's-wort Lady-bird lark leaf leaves light Lily Linnæus lonely morning mountain murmurs Nature Nature's nest night nightingale o'er pale pass'd plant pride primrose purple rill rose round shade shed shine sight sing skies sleep smile Snowdrop soft Somerset song soul Spring storm stream Summer Sundew sunny sweet tempests thee thine thou art thrush tree vale violet wave wild wind wing Winter wonderful wood young
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Page 256 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 48 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 348 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 404 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the...
Page 404 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 123 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 273 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Page 130 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 48 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 341 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.