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... thou renounce the boundless store Of charms , which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland , the resounding shore , The pomp of groves , and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds , And all that ...
... thou renounce the boundless store Of charms , which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland , the resounding shore , The pomp of groves , and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds , And all that ...
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... ! can I view These objects of my wonder ; can I feel These fine sensations , and not think of Thee ? 4 Thou who dost through th ' eternal round of time THE NATURALIST'S On the Economy of Human Nature Benjamin Stillingfleet.
... ! can I view These objects of my wonder ; can I feel These fine sensations , and not think of Thee ? 4 Thou who dost through th ' eternal round of time THE NATURALIST'S On the Economy of Human Nature Benjamin Stillingfleet.
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Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.). Thou who dost through th ' eternal round of time , Dost through th ' immensity of space exist Alone , shalt Thou alone excluded be From this Thy universe ! shall feeble man Think it beneath ...
Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.). Thou who dost through th ' eternal round of time , Dost through th ' immensity of space exist Alone , shalt Thou alone excluded be From this Thy universe ! shall feeble man Think it beneath ...
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... thou dost ope thine eye ; What gentle voice or whisper soft , Tells thee to rear thine head aloft , And greet him in the sky ? What secret power impels thy leaf To close , and pass thy time in grief , When he has gone his round ? In ...
... thou dost ope thine eye ; What gentle voice or whisper soft , Tells thee to rear thine head aloft , And greet him in the sky ? What secret power impels thy leaf To close , and pass thy time in grief , When he has gone his round ? In ...
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... thou shalt live , And that garden shall supply Thy delicious alchemy ; — There , for thee , in autumn , blows The ... Thou mayst renew thy industry Among the flowers , thou busy bee . MRS . CHARLOTTE SMITH . TO BLOSSOMS . FAIR pledges of ...
... thou shalt live , And that garden shall supply Thy delicious alchemy ; — There , for thee , in autumn , blows The ... Thou mayst renew thy industry Among the flowers , thou busy bee . MRS . CHARLOTTE SMITH . TO BLOSSOMS . FAIR pledges of ...
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Alexander Wilson amid beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bloom blossoms blue blushing boughs bower breast breath breeze bright buds busy Bee charms cheerful clouds cowslip creatures cuckoo daisies dark deep delight dost doth earth emblem fair flowers flowers of Scotland fly away home fragrant gale gentle gloom glory glow glow-worm grace grass green grove Hare-bell hast hath heart heaven Helvellyn hour house of York insect Isaac Walton lark leaf leaves light Lily lonely morning mountain murmurs Nature Nature's ne'er nest night nightingale o'er pale pass'd plant pride primrose purple rill rose round shade shed shine sight sing skies smile Snowdrop soft song soul Spring storm stream Summer sunny sweet tempests thee thine thou art thrush tree vale violet wave wild wind wing Winter wonderful wood Wren young
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Page 256 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 48 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 348 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 404 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the...
Page 404 - 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 123 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 273 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Page 130 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 48 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 341 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.