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... sweet , and fair ! Yet they neither toil , nor spin , - But they have not known the touch of care , Nor the taint of mortal sin : Beside their beauty pure and lone , The glow of earthly fame , Or the pomp and pride of Solomon , Is a ...
... sweet , and fair ! Yet they neither toil , nor spin , - But they have not known the touch of care , Nor the taint of mortal sin : Beside their beauty pure and lone , The glow of earthly fame , Or the pomp and pride of Solomon , Is a ...
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... sweet gale That steals o'er the tired pilgrim of the vale , Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame , Aught like the incense of thy holy flame ? Is aught in all the beauties that adorn The azure heav'n , or purple lights of morn ...
... sweet gale That steals o'er the tired pilgrim of the vale , Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame , Aught like the incense of thy holy flame ? Is aught in all the beauties that adorn The azure heav'n , or purple lights of morn ...
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... sweet , Whose every look with love is replete : Who held me an infant on her knee , Who hath ever watched me tenderly ; And yet I have heard my mother say That she some time must pass away ; Who then shall shield me from earthly ill ...
... sweet , Whose every look with love is replete : Who held me an infant on her knee , Who hath ever watched me tenderly ; And yet I have heard my mother say That she some time must pass away ; Who then shall shield me from earthly ill ...
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... sweet philosophy : - : - Mortal , flee from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! Say , with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose ? Say , have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns ...
... sweet philosophy : - : - Mortal , flee from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! Say , with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose ? Say , have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns ...
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... sweet With wreaths of sober hue my evening seat . Yet dear to Fancy's eye your varied scene Of wood , hill , dale , and sparkling brook between : Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among ...
... sweet With wreaths of sober hue my evening seat . Yet dear to Fancy's eye your varied scene Of wood , hill , dale , and sparkling brook between : Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among ...
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Page 35 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye Sons of Light, Angels — for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing — ye in heaven; On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 94 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them.
Page 34 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 92 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 35 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 87 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 91 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 75 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 95 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 45 - No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripped with foot so free ; She seemed as happy as a wave That dances on the sea. ISO " There came from me a sigh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her and looked again: — And did not wish her mine.