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... Spring ... 76. The Converted Atheist 77. The Hour of Death ... 78. Dr Beattie and his Son ... 79. The Evergreens 80. Robert Bruce ... 81. The Tempest Stilled 82. Severity of Discipline 83. The Temple 84. The Humane Indian 85. Running ...
... Spring ... 76. The Converted Atheist 77. The Hour of Death ... 78. Dr Beattie and his Son ... 79. The Evergreens 80. Robert Bruce ... 81. The Tempest Stilled 82. Severity of Discipline 83. The Temple 84. The Humane Indian 85. Running ...
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... spring's gaudy hue , Or silver drops of morning dew ; Or like a wind that chafes the flood , Or bubbles which on water stood- Even such is man , whose borrowed light Is straight called in , and paid to - night . The winds blow out , the ...
... spring's gaudy hue , Or silver drops of morning dew ; Or like a wind that chafes the flood , Or bubbles which on water stood- Even such is man , whose borrowed light Is straight called in , and paid to - night . The winds blow out , the ...
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... spring comes dancing forth , And nature laughs again . What if thine heaven be overcast ? The dark appearance will not last ; Expect a brighter sky ; The god that strings the silver bow Awakes , sometimes , the muses too , And lays his ...
... spring comes dancing forth , And nature laughs again . What if thine heaven be overcast ? The dark appearance will not last ; Expect a brighter sky ; The god that strings the silver bow Awakes , sometimes , the muses too , And lays his ...
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... , beauteous stranger of the wood , Attendant on the spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . Soon as the daisy decks the green , Thy certain 68 THE SCHOLAR'S COMPANION . Power of Conscience.
... , beauteous stranger of the wood , Attendant on the spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . Soon as the daisy decks the green , Thy certain 68 THE SCHOLAR'S COMPANION . Power of Conscience.
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... spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ; We'd make , with social wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe ...
... spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ; We'd make , with social wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe ...
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Էջ 49 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But love is indestructible, Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth...
Էջ 106 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Էջ 84 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Էջ 107 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Էջ 36 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Էջ 69 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Էջ 61 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes...
Էջ 30 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Էջ 101 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth...
Էջ 99 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.