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Page 13
... Nearer and nearer to the brink we draw . Verdure springs up ; and fruits and flowers invite , And groves and fountains - all things that delight . " Oh I would stop , and linger if I might ! " We fly ; no resting for the foot we find 13.
... Nearer and nearer to the brink we draw . Verdure springs up ; and fruits and flowers invite , And groves and fountains - all things that delight . " Oh I would stop , and linger if I might ! " We fly ; no resting for the foot we find 13.
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... things that perish here , Waiting for life - but in a nobler sphere ! Look where he comes ! Rejoicing in his birth , Awhile he moves as in a heaven on earth ! Sun , moon , and stars - the land , the sea , the sky , To him shine out as ...
... things that perish here , Waiting for life - but in a nobler sphere ! Look where he comes ! Rejoicing in his birth , Awhile he moves as in a heaven on earth ! Sun , moon , and stars - the land , the sea , the sky , To him shine out as ...
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... things • Come in their turn . Morning , and Evening , brings Its holy office ; and the sabbath - bell , That over wood and wild and mountain - dell Wanders so far , chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds ' most musical , most ...
... things • Come in their turn . Morning , and Evening , brings Its holy office ; and the sabbath - bell , That over wood and wild and mountain - dell Wanders so far , chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds ' most musical , most ...
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... things above , The world forgot , or all its wrongs forgiven-- Who would not say they trod the path to Heaven ? Nor at the fragrant hour - at early dawn- Under the beech - tree on his level lawn , Or in his porch is he less duly found ...
... things above , The world forgot , or all its wrongs forgiven-- Who would not say they trod the path to Heaven ? Nor at the fragrant hour - at early dawn- Under the beech - tree on his level lawn , Or in his porch is he less duly found ...
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... and fair ; And , as they wander , picturing things , like me , Not as they are but as they ought to be , Trace out the Journey through their little Day , And fondly dream an idle hour away . NOTE S. NOTE S. NOTE a . Page 13 , 66.
... and fair ; And , as they wander , picturing things , like me , Not as they are but as they ought to be , Trace out the Journey through their little Day , And fondly dream an idle hour away . NOTE S. NOTE S. NOTE a . Page 13 , 66.
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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.