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... hand of its Maker ; and though its strings may relax with the atmosphere , or be injured by misuse and neglect , it is always capable of being re - strung to its compass , till its frame is shattered . " Men have seldom musical voices ...
... hand of its Maker ; and though its strings may relax with the atmosphere , or be injured by misuse and neglect , it is always capable of being re - strung to its compass , till its frame is shattered . " Men have seldom musical voices ...
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... hand ; and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery , to add to the heap . As I darkened the little light he had , he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door , then cast it down , shook his head , and went on with his ...
... hand ; and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery , to add to the heap . As I darkened the little light he had , he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door , then cast it down , shook his head , and went on with his ...
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... hand , and understood her own language , and was not ignorant of Latin ; to which it may be added that she understood miner- alogy , botany , and natural philosophy , sufficiently to render her entertaining to her father , and useful to ...
... hand , and understood her own language , and was not ignorant of Latin ; to which it may be added that she understood miner- alogy , botany , and natural philosophy , sufficiently to render her entertaining to her father , and useful to ...
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... hand Of a youthful peasant , who went , one night , To visit his love , by the tender light Of the modest moon and her twinkling host , While the star that lighted his bosom most , And gave to his lonely feet their speed , Abode in a ...
... hand Of a youthful peasant , who went , one night , To visit his love , by the tender light Of the modest moon and her twinkling host , While the star that lighted his bosom most , And gave to his lonely feet their speed , Abode in a ...
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... hand of man hath wrought , Bring him to dust , and his name to nought ; While , near in view , and just beyond The grassy skirts of the silver pond , In its " green old age , " stands the noble tree , The veteran " Elm of Newbury ...
... hand of man hath wrought , Bring him to dust , and his name to nought ; While , near in view , and just beyond The grassy skirts of the silver pond , In its " green old age , " stands the noble tree , The veteran " Elm of Newbury ...
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Page 24 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 119 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 346 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 169 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 387 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 120 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Page 382 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Page 385 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 180 - Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.