Home and its influence, Volume 1

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Page 126 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 96 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 126 - To Daffodils FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 40 - For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth : And oft, though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems...
Page 60 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts ; Of friends, however humble, scorn not one : The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.
Page 303 - LONDON : Printed by S. & J. BENTLEY, WILSON, and FLEY, Bangor House, Shoe Lane.
Page 243 - Treasure up that pious thought! It hath a balm for sorrow's deadliest darts; And with true comfort thou wilt find it fraught, If grief should reach thee in thy heart of hearts.
Page 142 - Song. FOOL, take up thy shaft again ; If thy store Thou profusely spend in vain, Who can furnish thee with more? Throw not then away thy darts On impenetrable hearts. Think not thy pale flame can warm Into tears, Or dissolve the snowy charm Which her frozen bosom wears, 10 That expos'd, unmelted lies To the bright suns of her eyes. But since thou thy power hast lost, Nor canst fire Kindle in that breast, whose frost...
Page 169 - Like late mown meads, late cut from joy I live ; Alas, sweet brooks do in my tears augment. Rocks, woods, hills, caves, dales, meads, brooks answer me : Infected minds infect each thing they see.
Page 126 - And, having played together, we Will go with you along. 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. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne'er to be found again.

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