Country Pleasures: The Chronicle of a Year Chiefly in a GardenLongmans, Green, 1881 - 345 ˹éÒ |
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... hundreds in our little wood and in the old perennial flower - garden . They look best under the trees , growing without order or arrangement . To my thinking they are perfect both in form and colour . The form is classic and might be ...
... hundreds in our little wood and in the old perennial flower - garden . They look best under the trees , growing without order or arrangement . To my thinking they are perfect both in form and colour . The form is classic and might be ...
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... Hundred Points , ' thus tells off on his metrical fingers , as it were , the varying qualities of the winds : - North winds send haile , South winds bring raine , East winds we bewail , West winds blow amaine : North - east is too cold ...
... Hundred Points , ' thus tells off on his metrical fingers , as it were , the varying qualities of the winds : - North winds send haile , South winds bring raine , East winds we bewail , West winds blow amaine : North - east is too cold ...
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... hundred : if I had been asked to guess I should have said there were twenty . It is now the first thing which I see in the morning . A few days ago I thought the bright little specks , as yet unopened , were only great drops of dew . In ...
... hundred : if I had been asked to guess I should have said there were twenty . It is now the first thing which I see in the morning . A few days ago I thought the bright little specks , as yet unopened , were only great drops of dew . In ...
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... hundreds of children lit up simultaneously with a flash of delight as their Whitsuntide excursion showed them , perhaps for the first time in their lives , certainly for the only time in the year , a real green field , or a mountain ...
... hundreds of children lit up simultaneously with a flash of delight as their Whitsuntide excursion showed them , perhaps for the first time in their lives , certainly for the only time in the year , a real green field , or a mountain ...
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... hundred feet up the hill , so deep was the silence that we heard , as we stood and paused for breath , the cuckoo calling from a wood down in the valley and at least a mile away . On the summit we found , more plainly marked than we ex ...
... hundred feet up the hill , so deep was the silence that we heard , as we stood and paused for breath , the cuckoo calling from a wood down in the valley and at least a mile away . On the summit we found , more plainly marked than we ex ...
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˹éÒ 202 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
˹éÒ 312 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
˹éÒ 76 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
˹éÒ 48 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
˹éÒ 54 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
˹éÒ 313 - The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound...
˹éÒ 254 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
˹éÒ 99 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers...
˹éÒ 319 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
˹éÒ 127 - An' cranreuch cauld ! But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an