Culled FlowersScott, 1839 - Всего страниц: 175 |
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... dear— This is our world , our idol , though it bear Affection's impress or devotion's air ! WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? Thy neighbour ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless , Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may ...
... dear— This is our world , our idol , though it bear Affection's impress or devotion's air ! WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? Thy neighbour ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless , Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may ...
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... from scenes and friends beloved ; In gilded halls and proud saloons , amid the great they roam , Yet they languish in their triumph for their dear and early home . ON MEMORY . 19 From this sad and simple story Waring Mrs Abdy.
... from scenes and friends beloved ; In gilded halls and proud saloons , amid the great they roam , Yet they languish in their triumph for their dear and early home . ON MEMORY . 19 From this sad and simple story Waring Mrs Abdy.
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... dear , Where thought is hush'd and feeling free In quietness to worship thee ? Hence is this humble temple rear'd In Alpine solitude , By one who loved thy name and fear'd , With eloquence imbued To touch the heart and bend the knee In ...
... dear , Where thought is hush'd and feeling free In quietness to worship thee ? Hence is this humble temple rear'd In Alpine solitude , By one who loved thy name and fear'd , With eloquence imbued To touch the heart and bend the knee In ...
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... dear , Where I sported a babe without sorrow or fear ; I would leave this great city , so brilliant and gay , For a peep at my home on this fair summer day . I have friends whom I love and would leave with regret , But the love of my ...
... dear , Where I sported a babe without sorrow or fear ; I would leave this great city , so brilliant and gay , For a peep at my home on this fair summer day . I have friends whom I love and would leave with regret , But the love of my ...
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... Dear mother , I will place on thine . Saratoga Springs , 11mo . 1838 . The duties that are owing to friends are integrity , love , counsel , and assistance . It is not intimacy and frequency of conversation that makes a friend , but a ...
... Dear mother , I will place on thine . Saratoga Springs , 11mo . 1838 . The duties that are owing to friends are integrity , love , counsel , and assistance . It is not intimacy and frequency of conversation that makes a friend , but a ...
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amaranthine art thou BARTON beam beauty beneath bird blessing blest bloom bower breast breath breeze bright brow burning CHAMOIS childhood's clouds CONVENIENT SEASON dark dear death deep dream dwell earth fair Fare thee Farewell feel flowers glad glee gloom glorious glory glow hath heart HELVELLYN HEMANS HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour JOHN HOWARD LAKE GENEVA land LAST RITES leaves life's light lone Mary mighty wanderer morning mortal may know mountain murmur ne'er Nebaioth night NORTH COUNTRIE o'er passing pinnace praise prayer reign o'er RHINE RHODODENDRON rose round scenes shade shadows roll shine sing skies SKY LARK sleep smile snowy white song sorrow soul spring stars stream SUNDEW sweet tears tell thine things thou art thou hast Thou wilt thought thy rest thy spirit tree voice WALK AT NOON weep wild wind wings WINTER WALK youth
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Стр. 145 - And if thou wilt make me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stone: for if thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast polluted it.
Стр. 40 - Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of rest, the promised sabbath comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Fulfilled their tardy and disastrous course Over a sinful world ; and what remains Of this tempestuous state of human things Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest...
Стр. 61 - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus...
Стр. 125 - O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Стр. 124 - The stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Стр. 97 - When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Стр. 43 - And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there. Praise is in all her gates : upon her walls, And in her streets and in her spacious courts, Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there Kneels with the native of the farthest west ; And ^Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand, And worships. Her report has travell'd forth Into all lands.
Стр. 164 - Since Trifles make the Sum of human things And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Стр. 53 - To make the river flow. The clouds might give abundant rain, The nightly dews might fall, And the herb that keepeth life in man Might yet have drunk them all. Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All...
Стр. 135 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place, — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG To the Cuckoo O BLITHE new-comer!