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Стр. 19 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Стр. 4 - tis sad, but sweet, to dwell, Where falling leaves and drooping flowers around me breathe farewell. Along thy sunset skies their glories melt in shade, And, like the things we fondly prize, seem lovelier as they fade, A deep and crimson streak thy dying leaves disclose ; As, on Consumption's waning cheek, 'mid ruin, blooms the rose.
Стр. 21 - FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver ; No more by thee my steps shall be. For ever and for ever.
Стр. 16 - Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and...
Стр. 63 - To the rude fare a peasant's lot doth yield ; — To what else was he born ? The God-made King Of every living thing ; (For his great heart in love could hold them all ;) The dumb eyes meeting his by hearth and stall, — Gifted to understand !— Knew it and sought his hand ; — And the most timorous creature had not fled Could she his heart have read, Which fain all feeble things had blessed and sheltered.