Beachy Head: With Other Poems, Volume 1Author, 1807 - 219 pages |
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... scenes of peace and industry , Where , bosom'd in some valley of the hills Stands the lone farm ; its gate with tawny ricks Surrounded , and with granaries and sheds , Roof'd with green mosses , and by elms and ash Partially shaded ...
... scenes of peace and industry , Where , bosom'd in some valley of the hills Stands the lone farm ; its gate with tawny ricks Surrounded , and with granaries and sheds , Roof'd with green mosses , and by elms and ash Partially shaded ...
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... scenes like these , ( Scenes all unlike the poet's fabling dreams Describing Arcady ) -But he is free ; The dread that follows on illegal acts He never feels ; and his industrious mate Shares in his labour . Where the brook is traced By ...
... scenes like these , ( Scenes all unlike the poet's fabling dreams Describing Arcady ) -But he is free ; The dread that follows on illegal acts He never feels ; and his industrious mate Shares in his labour . Where the brook is traced By ...
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... the frith , where Vecta breaks With her white rocks , the strong impetuous tide , When western winds the vast Atlantic urge To thunder on the coast - Haunts of my youth ! Scenes of fond day dreams , I behold ye yet 20 BEACHY HEAD .
... the frith , where Vecta breaks With her white rocks , the strong impetuous tide , When western winds the vast Atlantic urge To thunder on the coast - Haunts of my youth ! Scenes of fond day dreams , I behold ye yet 20 BEACHY HEAD .
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With Other Poems Charlotte Smith. Scenes of fond day dreams , I behold ye yet ! Where ' twas so pleasant by thy northern slopes To climb the winding sheep - path , aided oft By scatter'd thorns : whose spiny branches bore Small woolly ...
With Other Poems Charlotte Smith. Scenes of fond day dreams , I behold ye yet ! Where ' twas so pleasant by thy northern slopes To climb the winding sheep - path , aided oft By scatter'd thorns : whose spiny branches bore Small woolly ...
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... scenes - warrens , and heaths , And yellow commons , and birch - shaded hollows , And hedge rows , bordering unfrequented lanes Bowered with wild roses , and the clasping woodbine Where purple tassels of the tangling vetch With ...
... scenes - warrens , and heaths , And yellow commons , and birch - shaded hollows , And hedge rows , bordering unfrequented lanes Bowered with wild roses , and the clasping woodbine Where purple tassels of the tangling vetch With ...
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anémones appears BEACHY HEAD beauty Beneath bird bird's foot trefoil bloom bower breast bright brow buds Byssus called chalk Choughs Cistus cliffs clouds coast Conium crouding curlew dark dear deep distant elegant eyes fabled fair Fancy Fancy's fern floating flock flood Flora flowers Folly Form'd gale Galium Gannets glowing gray green happy heard heath hides hills hollow hour hues insects Ivy green labour Lark leaves Leontodon light Line 11 Line 9 morning mountain murmuring native nest never night Normans o'er Ophrys pale Pinna plants purple rays rear'd rears rocks Rose round rude sail Saint Monica Scandix scarce Scutellaria shade shepherds shew Sicily sigh silver sings soft soothing spatha spring stream summer Sussex tears thorn thou thro tide toil tormentil Torrington trace tribe Trinacria tufted turf vale Viburnum wandering waves wild willowy wind wings Woodlarks woods wreath
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Page 79 - SWALLOW The gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and, beneath, The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath, of May.
Page 21 - To ease his panting team, stopp'd with a stone The grating wheel. Advancing higher still The prospect widens, and the village church But little, o'er the lowly roofs around Rears its gray belfry, and its simple vane...
Page 24 - I loved to trace the brooks whose humid banks Nourish the harebell, and the freckled pagil; And stroll among o'ershadowing woods of beech, Lending in Summer, from the heats of noon A whispering shade; while haply there reclines Some pensive lover of uncultured flowers...
Page 79 - The gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled Spring...
Page 181 - But oh! what joy it was to hear him sing In summer, when the day began to spring, Stretching his neck, and warbling in his throat; Solus cum sola then was all his note. For in the days of yore, the birds of parts Were bred to speak, and sing, and learn the liberal arts.
Page 115 - Gatherest thy fringed mantle round Thy bosom, at the closing hour, When nightdrops bathe the turfy ground, Unlike Silene, who declines The gansh noontide's blazing light ; But when the evening crescent shines. Gives all her sweetness to the night. Thus in each flower and simple bell. That in our path betrodden lie, Are sweet remembrancers who tell How fast their winged moments fly.
Page 22 - The upland shepherd rears his modest home, There wanders by, a little nameless stream That from the hill wells forth, bright now and clear, Or after rain with chalky mixture gray, But still refreshing in its shallow course, The cottage garden; most for use design'd, Yet not of beauty destitute.
Page 111 - Are faithful monitors, who tell How pass the hours and seasons by. The greenrobed children of the Spring Will mark the periods as they pass, Mingle with leaves Time's feathered wing, And bind with flowers his silent glass.
Page 82 - Thus lost to life, what favouring dream Bids you to happier hours awake ; And tells, that dancing in the beam, The light gnat hovers o'er the stream, The May-fly on the lake ? Or if, by instinct taught to know Approaching dearth of insect food ; To isles and willowy aits you go, And...
Page 23 - And pansies rayed, and freaked and mottled pinks Grow among balm, and rosemary and rue; There honeysuckles flaunt, and roses blow Almost uncultured: some with dark green leaves Contrast their flowers of pure unsullied white; Others like velvet robes...