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... thee round . Who spurs his horse against the mountain - side ; Then , plunging , slakes his fury in the tide ? Cries ho , and draws ; and , where the sun - beams fall , At his own shadow thrusts along the wall ? Who dances without music ...
... thee round . Who spurs his horse against the mountain - side ; Then , plunging , slakes his fury in the tide ? Cries ho , and draws ; and , where the sun - beams fall , At his own shadow thrusts along the wall ? Who dances without music ...
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... Thee - as self from self it seems ! " Scaled is the garden - wall ; and lo , her beams Silvering the east , the moon comes up , revealing His well - known form along the terrace stealing . -Oh , ere in sight he came , ' twas his to ...
... Thee - as self from self it seems ! " Scaled is the garden - wall ; and lo , her beams Silvering the east , the moon comes up , revealing His well - known form along the terrace stealing . -Oh , ere in sight he came , ' twas his to ...
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... , Once in thy mirth thou badst me write on thee ; And now I write - what thou shalt never see ! At length the Father , vain his power to save , Follows his child in silence to the grave , ( That child how cherished , whom he would not 40.
... , Once in thy mirth thou badst me write on thee ; And now I write - what thou shalt never see ! At length the Father , vain his power to save , Follows his child in silence to the grave , ( That child how cherished , whom he would not 40.
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... to bring relief , And tears are falling fast - but not for grief : — A Walk in Spring - Gr - tt - n , like those with thee , By the heath - side ( who had not envied me ? ) When the sweet limes , so full of bees in 44.
... to bring relief , And tears are falling fast - but not for grief : — A Walk in Spring - Gr - tt - n , like those with thee , By the heath - side ( who had not envied me ? ) When the sweet limes , so full of bees in 44.
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... thee ! Thee at St. Anne's so soon of Care beguiled , Playful , sincere , and artless as a child ! Thee , who wouldst watch a bird's nest on the spray , Through the green leaves exploring , day by day . How oft from grove to grove , from ...
... thee ! Thee at St. Anne's so soon of Care beguiled , Playful , sincere , and artless as a child ! Thee , who wouldst watch a bird's nest on the spray , Through the green leaves exploring , day by day . How oft from grove to grove , from ...
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Page 72 - I wist, all their sport in the Park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 20 - Locked in her arms, his arms across her flung, (That name most dear for ever on his tongue) As with soft accents round her neck he clings, And, cheek to cheek, her lulling song she sings, How blest to feel the beatings of his heart, Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart ; Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love!
Page 72 - Her parents, the duke and duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, reading...
Page 34 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly— pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Page 21 - Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart : Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care, Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there. And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye — now many a written thought, Never to die, with many a lisping sweet, His moving, murmuring lips endeavour to repeat.
Page 65 - When by a good man's grave I muse alone, Methinks an Angel sits upon the stone ; Like those of old, on that thrice-hallowed night, Who sate and watched in raiment heavenly bright ; And, with a voice inspiring joy not fear, Says, pointing upward,
Page 8 - For now the caudle-cup is circling there, Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale...
Page 73 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.