Wet Days at Edgewood: With Old Farmers, Old Gardeners, and Old PastoralsC. Scribner, 1865 - 324 pagine |
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Wet Days at Edgewood with Old Farmers, Old Gardeners, and Old Pastorals Donald Grant Mitchell Visualizzazione completa - 1884 |
Wet Days at Edgewood: With Old Farmers, Old Gardeners, and Old Pastorals Donald Grant Mitchell Visualizzazione completa - 1907 |
Wet Days at Edgewood with Old Farmers, Old Gardeners, and Old Pastorals Donald Grant Mitchell Visualizzazione completa - 1899 |
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Pagina 173 - And in thy right hand lead with thee, The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Pagina 244 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Pagina 173 - 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; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the Sweet-Briar or the Vine, Or the twisted Eglantine.
Pagina 25 - ... that they should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after him and find him, though he be not far from every one of us : For in him we live, and move and have our being ; as certain also of your own poets [have said, for we are also his offspring.
Pagina 220 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream at eve...
Pagina 308 - Streets, streets, streets, markets, theatres, churches, Covent Gardens, shops sparkling with pretty faces of industrious milliners, neat sempstresses, ladies cheapening, gentlemen behind counters lying, authors in the street with spectacles, George Dyers (you may know them by their gait), lamps lit at night, pastrycooks...
Pagina 138 - Tusser, they tell me, when thou wert alive Thou, teaching thrift, thyself could'st never thrive: So, like the whetstone, many men are wont, To sharpen others, when themselves are blunt.
Pagina 308 - I must confess that I am not romance-bit about Nature. The earth, and sea, and sky (when all is said) is but as a house to dwell in. If the inmates be courteous, and good liquors flow like the conduits at an old coronation, if they can talk sensibly and feel properly, I have no need to stand i.
Pagina 13 - Why, divested of harmonious Greek and bewitching poetry, it was a small orchard and vineyard, with some beds of herbs and two fountains that watered them, enclosed within a quickset hedge. The whole compass of this pompous garden enclosed—four acres. " Four acres was th' allotted space of ground, Fenc'd with a green inclosure all around.
Pagina 321 - Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and springing : — The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town...