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... , While glittering in the morning rays , Pre - eminently bright . In all the colors of the sky , Alternately it shone : The brook observed it with a sigh , But quietly roll'd on . 1 The owner of the fountain died ; Neglect soon brought.
... , While glittering in the morning rays , Pre - eminently bright . In all the colors of the sky , Alternately it shone : The brook observed it with a sigh , But quietly roll'd on . 1 The owner of the fountain died ; Neglect soon brought.
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... MORNING . BUT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd the sheepfold's simple bell ; ― The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The ...
... MORNING . BUT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd the sheepfold's simple bell ; ― The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The ...
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... morning to night . It must be confessed , as a counter - balance to her other perfections , that the dear Cousin Mary was , as far as great natural modesty and an occasional touch of shyness would let her , the least in the world of a ...
... morning to night . It must be confessed , as a counter - balance to her other perfections , that the dear Cousin Mary was , as far as great natural modesty and an occasional touch of shyness would let her , the least in the world of a ...
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... morning sees my chase begun , Nor ends it till the setting sun . " " When , " says the greyhound , " I pursue , My game is lost or caught in view ; Beyond my sight , the prey ' s secure ; The hound is slow , but always sure And had I ...
... morning sees my chase begun , Nor ends it till the setting sun . " " When , " says the greyhound , " I pursue , My game is lost or caught in view ; Beyond my sight , the prey ' s secure ; The hound is slow , but always sure And had I ...
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... morning hour . * * * Ye linger with the silver stars , Ye pass before the sun- Ye martial elements to wars , And when the roar is done , Ye lift your volumed robes light , And wave them to the world , Like victory flags o'er scattered ...
... morning hour . * * * Ye linger with the silver stars , Ye pass before the sun- Ye martial elements to wars , And when the roar is done , Ye lift your volumed robes light , And wave them to the world , Like victory flags o'er scattered ...
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Page 253 - Caesar had his Brutus ; Charles the first his Cromwell ; and George the Third " — " Treason ! " cried the speaker ; " treason ! treason ! " echoed from every part of the house.
Page 277 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 249 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 24 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 249 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 308 - 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...
Page 340 - Sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms. Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own ; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet...
Page 337 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Page 38 - And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might.
Page 253 - Caesar had his Brutus — Charles the first, his Cromwell — and George the third — ('Treason,' cried the speaker — ' treason, treason/ echoed from every part of the house.