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... wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ! O noon of day , in sunshine bright ...
... wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ! O noon of day , in sunshine bright ...
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... wind's desolate screeching . To and fro , as the fierce gusts blow , Merrily rock'd am I ; And I note with delight the traveller's fright As he cowers and hastens by . D I scent the deeds of fearful crime , . I WOODNOTES . 333 Eliza Cook.
... wind's desolate screeching . To and fro , as the fierce gusts blow , Merrily rock'd am I ; And I note with delight the traveller's fright As he cowers and hastens by . D I scent the deeds of fearful crime , . I WOODNOTES . 333 Eliza Cook.
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... wind Sighs through the reeds ; a clear abyss it seems , Held in the concave of the inverted sky , - In which is seen the rook's dull flagging wing Move o'er the silvery clouds . How peaceful sails Yon 36 WOODNOTES . Graham.
... wind Sighs through the reeds ; a clear abyss it seems , Held in the concave of the inverted sky , - In which is seen the rook's dull flagging wing Move o'er the silvery clouds . How peaceful sails Yon 36 WOODNOTES . Graham.
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... winds rise When the land - birds wail We sport in the gale , And merrily over the ocean we sail . [ high ; During the severe gales in November , 1836 , a Stormy Petrel was driven inland , and took shelter in a pigsty , in Wellington ...
... winds rise When the land - birds wail We sport in the gale , And merrily over the ocean we sail . [ high ; During the severe gales in November , 1836 , a Stormy Petrel was driven inland , and took shelter in a pigsty , in Wellington ...
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... wood on the echoing hill , Or the verdant banks of the forest's rill , And soft as the south wind the branches among , Thy plaintive lament goes floating along . TO A REDBREAST THAT FLEW IN AT MY WINDOW . WOODNOTES . 59 The Nightingale ...
... wood on the echoing hill , Or the verdant banks of the forest's rill , And soft as the south wind the branches among , Thy plaintive lament goes floating along . TO A REDBREAST THAT FLEW IN AT MY WINDOW . WOODNOTES . 59 The Nightingale ...
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Page 43 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 79 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 66 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Page 45 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 10 - THEBE is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow ; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishop-like he finds a perch, And dormitory too.
Page 44 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Page 80 - 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 11 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Page 62 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 27 - Glides through the pathways; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...