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THE TWO SPIRITS . A STREAMLET glided through a sunny vale , Its muttered
music ... of sadness And thoughtfulness is seen . The hour when spirits wander
From their chosen spirit - home , Though the world 1845 . ] THE TWO SPIRITS .
THE TWO SPIRITS . A STREAMLET glided through a sunny vale , Its muttered
music ... of sadness And thoughtfulness is seen . The hour when spirits wander
From their chosen spirit - home , Though the world 1845 . ] THE TWO SPIRITS .
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THE TWO SPIRITS . ( Concluded from page 13 . ) Shades crouch and fly before
the orient sun ; The dreamy mists , in grim battalions glide Back to the caves ,
where , robed in garments dun , Silence and sadness ever more abide , And
rocky ...
THE TWO SPIRITS . ( Concluded from page 13 . ) Shades crouch and fly before
the orient sun ; The dreamy mists , in grim battalions glide Back to the caves ,
where , robed in garments dun , Silence and sadness ever more abide , And
rocky ...
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The spirit , with them , is every thing — the body nothing . Matter is a mere clog
upon mind , dragging it down to the dull forms of the material creation , and
forbidding it the freedom of a spiritual existe ence . The aspirations and emotions
of the ...
The spirit , with them , is every thing — the body nothing . Matter is a mere clog
upon mind , dragging it down to the dull forms of the material creation , and
forbidding it the freedom of a spiritual existe ence . The aspirations and emotions
of the ...
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Has it ever been your fortune , reader , while paralized by some stunning sorrow ,
unable to think or speak correctly — your spirit blighted by the dread misfortune -
has it ever chanced to you at such a moment , to gaze at green hill and dell ...
Has it ever been your fortune , reader , while paralized by some stunning sorrow ,
unable to think or speak correctly — your spirit blighted by the dread misfortune -
has it ever chanced to you at such a moment , to gaze at green hill and dell ...
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My spirits flew in feathers then , That are so heavy now , And summer pools could
hardly cool The fever on my brow . “ I remember , I ... Thy kind and excellent spirit
made thee feel for every suffering child of want and woe . Thy generous ...
My spirits flew in feathers then , That are so heavy now , And summer pools could
hardly cool The fever on my brow . “ I remember , I ... Thy kind and excellent spirit
made thee feel for every suffering child of want and woe . Thy generous ...
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Page 286 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Page 325 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan...
Page 277 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page 277 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Page 408 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 311 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 148 - In happy climes, the seat of innocence, Where Nature guides and Virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools : There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts.
Page 303 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 274 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 366 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.