"Under Green Leaves.": A Book of Rural PoemsRichard Henry Stoddard |
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... sleep ? To the bed that's poor . Peasants must weep , And kings endure ; This is a fate that none can cure : Yet Spring doeth all she can , I trow ; She bringeth the bright hours , She weaveth the sweet flowers , She dresseth her bowers ...
... sleep ? To the bed that's poor . Peasants must weep , And kings endure ; This is a fate that none can cure : Yet Spring doeth all she can , I trow ; She bringeth the bright hours , She weaveth the sweet flowers , She dresseth her bowers ...
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... sleep , Or childish lullaby ? Or , that ye have not seen as yet The violet ? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this ? No , no ; this sorrow , shown By your tears shed , Would have this lecture read : " That things of greatest ...
... sleep , Or childish lullaby ? Or , that ye have not seen as yet The violet ? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this ? No , no ; this sorrow , shown By your tears shed , Would have this lecture read : " That things of greatest ...
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... sleeps below , With its dwarf bushes , is concealed from view ; And now a struggling thorn its head doth show , Another half shakes off the smoky blue , Just where the dusty gold streams through the heavy dew : IX . And there the hidden ...
... sleeps below , With its dwarf bushes , is concealed from view ; And now a struggling thorn its head doth show , Another half shakes off the smoky blue , Just where the dusty gold streams through the heavy dew : IX . And there the hidden ...
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... sleep within that bell's deep sound . Ycn spire doth here of no distinction tell ; O'er rich and poor , marble , and earthly mound , The monument of all - it marks one common ground . SUMMER MORNING . 39 XXIII . See yonder smoke , 38 ...
... sleep within that bell's deep sound . Ycn spire doth here of no distinction tell ; O'er rich and poor , marble , and earthly mound , The monument of all - it marks one common ground . SUMMER MORNING . 39 XXIII . See yonder smoke , 38 ...
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... sleep , Go our fancies in a crowd , After many a dull care , Birds are singing loud ! Sing then , linnet , sing then , wren , Merle and mavis , sing your fill ; And thou , rapturous skylark , Sing and soar up from the hill ! Sing , O ...
... sleep , Go our fancies in a crowd , After many a dull care , Birds are singing loud ! Sing then , linnet , sing then , wren , Merle and mavis , sing your fill ; And thou , rapturous skylark , Sing and soar up from the hill ! Sing , O ...
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Alfred Tennyson amid beauty beneath birds bless blossoms blue boughs bowers breath breeze bright brook busy Bee clouds Cuckoo daisies deep delight dewy dost doth earth ECHOING GREEN eyes fair flowers George Darley glad golden grass gray greenwood GRONGAR HILL grove happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie hither Joanna Bailie John Clare John Keats landscape lark leaves light linnet Little lamb lollie Lord Thurlow love good-morrow meadow meads merry mountain's murmuring Muse nest night NIGHT SONG nightingale nook o'er pipe Pluck primrose Robert Herrick round shade shepherd silver sing skies sleep soft SONG sound Spring star stream SUMMER MORNING sunny sweet thatch thee thou art thou busy thrush tree vale violets voice Wake wander weary wend wild Cherry-tree William Blake William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings woods
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Page 30 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ! Thy root is ever in its grave — And thou must die.
Page 96 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Page 14 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 94 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 84 - Evening IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Page 26 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 18 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Page 75 - ... lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come, with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse ; Now, while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my song, Draw the...
Page 18 - DAFFODILS FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 5 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.