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... summer's bounty spread , And hills with harvests crowned ! While finite eye must fail to trace The shining marks of soul , That , dating this its starting - place , Has fixed in Heaven the goal ! To - day upon the spot we stand , Where ...
... summer's bounty spread , And hills with harvests crowned ! While finite eye must fail to trace The shining marks of soul , That , dating this its starting - place , Has fixed in Heaven the goal ! To - day upon the spot we stand , Where ...
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... summer flowers : She came , with faltering step and downcast eye ; She came , with mantling blush and melting sigh ; She came , with brow of sway , and glance of flame , Or coy , or tender , or triumphant , came . In each mood various ...
... summer flowers : She came , with faltering step and downcast eye ; She came , with mantling blush and melting sigh ; She came , with brow of sway , and glance of flame , Or coy , or tender , or triumphant , came . In each mood various ...
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... summer skies ; - But gone the girdle that she used to wear Of summer roses ; and the sandal - flowers , That hung , enamored , round her fairy feet , When , in her youth , she haunted earthly bowers THE DIOSMA . 25.
... summer skies ; - But gone the girdle that she used to wear Of summer roses ; and the sandal - flowers , That hung , enamored , round her fairy feet , When , in her youth , she haunted earthly bowers THE DIOSMA . 25.
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... summer shined upon the plain , Though gaily sang the tinkling rill , And softly chimed the distant main . The blossoms springing by its side , Shed down their hues upon its wave ; Yet still its ever - gushing tide Was calm and voiceless ...
... summer shined upon the plain , Though gaily sang the tinkling rill , And softly chimed the distant main . The blossoms springing by its side , Shed down their hues upon its wave ; Yet still its ever - gushing tide Was calm and voiceless ...
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... borrow ! And such was this , ― a scene so fair , Arrayed in summer brightness , And one pure being resting there , One soul of radiant whiteness ! - What happy dreams , fair child , are given To THE DIOSMA . 73 The Sleeping Child,
... borrow ! And such was this , ― a scene so fair , Arrayed in summer brightness , And one pure being resting there , One soul of radiant whiteness ! - What happy dreams , fair child , are given To THE DIOSMA . 73 The Sleeping Child,
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angel BARRY CORNWALL beaming beauty bless bloom bosom breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold crickets sing dark dead dear death dream earth earthly empty name fair fear feel flowers fountain friends glad gloom glory glow golden grave green grief H. F. GOULD hand hath heart heart of youth Heaven holy hope hopes and fears hour leaves LEIGH HUNT life's light lips little foot lonely long while ago look lute lyre memory morn Morning Star MORPETH mortal may know mother never night numbers o'er pale peace prayer pure rest rills rose round seemed shed shine sigh sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars SUNNY BROW sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree Twas twill voice wandering warm wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
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Page 121 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Page 189 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 145 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 131 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ! A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place, Where I have trod the sandy shore Of Time, — and been to be no more ; Of me, — my day, — the name I bore.
Page 205 - Thee, when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance...
Page 190 - I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he; "This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they've left for me Shall 'tchick!
Page 144 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Page 126 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.
Page 85 - Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down age's vale of tears, As whirl the wither'd leaves from friendship's tree, And on earth's wintry wold alone to be : Weep not for Her...
Page 84 - Weep not for her ! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...