Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Rural Walks of Cowper: Displayed in a Series of Views Near Olney, Bucks ...
Vista de fragmentos - 1825
The rural walks of Cowper; displayed in a series of views near Olney ...
James Sargant Storer
Vista de fragmentos - 1822
acknowledges acquaintance admiration afford afterwards Alcove appear attended banks became Bridge building called caused celebrity characters church Clifton communication complete conducts considerable continued Cowper death described distance elms Engravings enjoyed entirely erected extreme fame favourite field flood formed frequently front garden George give ground Hall happy Hayley heart Hesketh hills inscribed interesting John Lady letter lines Lodge London manner Mary melancholy miles mind monument Nest never noticed observe occasioned Olney once orchard Ouse Park path period poem poet Poet's possession present Price printed published remain remarkable removed resided road rural scene seat seen shade shrubbery side sight situated sound spire stands STORER summer Task Throckmorton town translation trees Unwin valley Vicarage village volume walk wall Weston Wilderness winding wish woods write
Página 10 - Scenes must be beautiful, which daily viewed Please daily, and whose novelty survives Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.
Página 25 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Página 17 - THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave : Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
Página 25 - How airy and how light the graceful arch, Yet awful as the consecrated roof Re-echoing pious anthems ! while beneath The chequered earth seems restless as a flood Brushed by the wind. So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs, it dances as they dance, Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick, And darkening and enlightening, as the leaves Play wanton, every moment, every spot.
Página 28 - Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm 'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Página 18 - The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view the embattled tower Whence all the music.
Página 46 - From many a twig the pendent drops of ice That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books.
Página 45 - OH, happy shades — to me unblest ! Friendly to peace, but not to me ! How ill the scene that offers rest, And heart that cannot rest, agree ! This glassy stream, that spreading pine, Those alders, quivering to the breeze, Might soothe a soul less hurt than mine, And please, if any thing could please. But fix'd unalterable Care Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness everywhere, And slights the season and the scene.
Página 18 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light. My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me. My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...