...day of judgment. O William Wordsworth — bard divine — oh ! for what thou hast so finely called The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart ! If men will but look and listen, and feel and think — they will never forget anything worth being...

...per cent, paid in sighs, smiles, and tears, and without any other security than the silent promise of a quiet eye, " That broods and sleeps on its own heart!" The most famous thieves In our time have been Rob, James, and \ 1Ian. Burns never saw or heard a jewel...

...nature. FQ," I felt that " impulses of deeper birth" came to me in solitude, Mid I loved to gather The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart. My strength now rapidly returned, and I was soon able to mount my favourite horse, and thus render...

...beautiful scene he longed for some one to whom he could say, ' How beautiful!'"— " Which,"interrupted Mrs. Sullivan, "being translated into plain English,...poetry.' I am worse than even Wordsworth's flitch. He says, ' The very bacon shewed its feeling, ' Swinging from the smoky ceiling.' Now, I am free to confess...

...per cent, paid in sighs, smiles, and tears, and without any other security than the silent promise of a quiet eye, " That broods and sleeps on its own heart !" The most famous thieves in our time have been Rob, James, and Allan. Burns never saw or heard a...

...whenever he saw a beautiful scene he longed for some one to whom he could say, ' How beautiful !' " — "Which," interrupted Mrs. Sullivan, "being translated...poetry.' I am worse than even Wordsworth's flitch. . He says, ' The very bacon shewed its feeling, Swinging from the smoky ceiling.' Now, I am free to confess...

...solitary man, and yet, as we should judge, more of an observer and thinker, than reader. He has gathered ' the harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on its own heart.' He is a keen and delicate observer, and cuts through the superficial rind into the heart and marrow...

...faithful journal, yet free from all trivial fond records, of the thoughts of them who daily reap " The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart." " Moods of my own mind" should be pronounced with that emphasis ; and here are the embodiments of a...

...repentance, save as a fruitless moral cowardice. His wisdom could scarcely be, as the Christian's is, " The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart." Making these distinctions, then, which are rather distinctions between the moral feelings of heathenism...

...faithful journal, yet free from all trivial fond records, of the thoughts of them who daily reap " The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart." " Moods of my men mind" should be pronounced with that emphasis ; and here are the embodiments of a...