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... waking dream " in these po- ems , the translation of sensuous impressions into spiritual longings and attractions that is the secret of their power . When the poet can give us himself , we can well afford to miss the bird . The fanciful ...
... waking dream " in these po- ems , the translation of sensuous impressions into spiritual longings and attractions that is the secret of their power . When the poet can give us himself , we can well afford to miss the bird . The fanciful ...
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... Wake from thy nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow . Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You petty elves ...
... Wake from thy nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow . Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You petty elves ...
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... wakes in England sees , some morning , unaware , That the lowest boughs and the brush - wood sheaf Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf , While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England now ! II And after April , when ...
... wakes in England sees , some morning , unaware , That the lowest boughs and the brush - wood sheaf Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf , While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England now ! II And after April , when ...
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... the day go through , Another to sleep with , and a third , To wake me up at the voice of a bird ; The resonant far - listening morn , And the hoarse - whisper of the corn ; The crickets mourning their comrades lost , In the night's. 68.
... the day go through , Another to sleep with , and a third , To wake me up at the voice of a bird ; The resonant far - listening morn , And the hoarse - whisper of the corn ; The crickets mourning their comrades lost , In the night's. 68.
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... wake of the afternoon ; The silent fleck of the cold new moon ; The sound of the hollow sea's release From stormy tumult to starry peace ; With only another league to wend ; And two brown arms at the journey's end ! These are the joys ...
... wake of the afternoon ; The silent fleck of the cold new moon ; The sound of the hollow sea's release From stormy tumult to starry peace ; With only another league to wend ; And two brown arms at the journey's end ! These are the joys ...
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Alfred Tennyson apple-tree arbutus autumn beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blow blue bobolink boughs breast breath breeze bright Brit brown buds calm cardinal bird Caty-did Celia Thaxter Charles G. D. Roberts clouds creeping everywhere dark dear deep dost doth dream earth flowers forest glad gleam gold golden grass gray Hamlin Garland hast hath hear the rain heard heart heaven Henry hills hour John Townsend Trowbridge leaves light lonely lover moon morn mountain murmuring nest never night we wake o'er poems Richard Watson Gilder Robert Burns round shade shadows shine shore silent sing sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars stream summer sweet thee thine Thomas Thomas Bailey Aldrich thrush trees unseen voice wake and hear Walt Whitman wandering waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods yellow
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Page 10 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 179 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 51 - 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...
Page 280 - 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...
Page 123 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 116 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. 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 134 - Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Page 5 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Page 137 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 4 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields, with bread, "Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.