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... , Till suddenly it sank to rest , And slumber'd in the ocean's breast . Thus life begins · - - its morning hours , Bright as the birthday of the flowers- Thus passes like the leaves away , As wither'd and THE LEAF . 13.
... , Till suddenly it sank to rest , And slumber'd in the ocean's breast . Thus life begins · - - its morning hours , Bright as the birthday of the flowers- Thus passes like the leaves away , As wither'd and THE LEAF . 13.
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... leaves and flowers , the group is gone . One gentle spirit seeks the tomb , His brow yet fresh with childhood's bloom . Another treads the paths of fame , And barters peace to win a name . Another still tempts fortune's wave , And ...
... leaves and flowers , the group is gone . One gentle spirit seeks the tomb , His brow yet fresh with childhood's bloom . Another treads the paths of fame , And barters peace to win a name . Another still tempts fortune's wave , And ...
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... leave our daughters and grand- daughters to Mrs C.'s system of non - instruction . I should have liked to meet with another specimen , just to ascertain whether the peculiar charm and advantage arose from the quick and active mind of ...
... leave our daughters and grand- daughters to Mrs C.'s system of non - instruction . I should have liked to meet with another specimen , just to ascertain whether the peculiar charm and advantage arose from the quick and active mind of ...
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... leaves , like a Bacchante . But the prettiest combination of cir- cumstances under which I ever saw her , was driving a donkey cart up a hill one sunny windy day , in September . It was a gay party of young women , some walking , some ...
... leaves , like a Bacchante . But the prettiest combination of cir- cumstances under which I ever saw her , was driving a donkey cart up a hill one sunny windy day , in September . It was a gay party of young women , some walking , some ...
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... leaves His mossy cottage , where with peace he dwells ; And from the crowded fold , in order drives His flock , to taste the verdure of the morn . THE VINE . A FABLE . THE trees were making 44 SUMMER MORNING . Summer Morning, Swearing,
... leaves His mossy cottage , where with peace he dwells ; And from the crowded fold , in order drives His flock , to taste the verdure of the morn . THE VINE . A FABLE . THE trees were making 44 SUMMER MORNING . Summer Morning, Swearing,
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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.