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" Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy With store of springes o'er my shoulder hung To range the open heights where woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding away from... "
The British Quarterly Review - Page 548
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The Orphaned Imagination: Melancholy and Commodity Culture in English ...

Guinn Batten - Business & Economics - 1998 - 326 pages
...authority: 'Twas at an early age, ere I had seen Nine summers— when upon the mountain slope The frost and breath of frosty wind had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy To wander half the night among the cliffs And the smooth hollows where the woodcocks ran Along the...
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Dreaming by the Book

Elaine Scarry - Literary Criticism - 2001 - 310 pages
...bare earth dropped with a startling sound . . . or of a crocus breaking — among the mountain-slopes Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus . . . or of snowdrops that, by their very name, seem in planting to drop from the hand — Planting...
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Men in Wonderland: The Lost Girlhood of the Victorian Gentlemen

Catherine Robson - Art - 2001 - 270 pages
...Childhood Twas at an early age, ere I had seen Nine summers — when upon the mountain slope The frost and breath of frosty wind had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy To wander half the night among the cliffs And the smooth hollows where the woodcocks ran Along the...
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Poetry as Survival

Gregory Orr - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 250 pages
...something pursuing him: Ere I had told Ten birth-days . . . 'twas my joy, With store of springes [snares] o'er my shoulder hung To range the open heights where...smooth green turf. Through half the night. Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation;—moon and stars Were shining o'er my head;...
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英國文學史略

Benjamin Ifor Evans - English literature - 2006 - 520 pages
...Vale to which ere long We were transplanted; — there were we let loose For sports of wider range. Ere I had told Ten birth-days, when among the mountain...smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation; — moon and stars Were shining o'er my...
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The Poetry of the Age of Wordsworth

308 pages
...Vale to which erelong We were transplanted; — there were we let loose For sports of wider range. Ere I had told Ten birth-days, when among the mountain...my joy With store of springes o'er my shoulder hung 10 To range the open heights where woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night,...
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