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UPON a hill

At a short distance from my cottage, stands
A stately Fir grove, whither I was wont
To hasten, for I found, beneath the roof
Of that perennial shade, a cloistral place
Of refuge, with an unencumbered floor.

WORDSWORTH.

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DOMESTIC PEACE.

TELL me, on what holy ground
May Domestic Peace be found?
Halcyon Daughter of the skies,
Far on fearful wings she flies,
From the pomp of sceptred state,
From the Rebel's noisy hate.
In a cottaged vale she dwells,
Listening to the Sabbath bells!
Still around her steps are seen
Spotless Honour's meeker mien,
Love, the sire of pleasing fears,
Sorrow smiling through her tears,
And, conscious of the past employ,
Memory, bosom spring of joy.

COLERIDGE.

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HUNG o'er a cloud above the steep that rears,
Its edge all flame, the broadening sun appears;
A long blue bar its ægis orb divides,

And breaks the spreading of its golden tides;
And now it touches on the purple steep
That flings its shadow on the pictured deep.
'Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire,
With towers and woods, a "prospect all on fire;'
The coves and secret hollows, through a ray
Of fainter gold, a purple gleam betray.
The gilded turf arrays in richer green

Each speck of lawn the broken rocks between !
Deep yellow beams the scattered boles illume,
Far in the level forest's central gloom :
Waving his hat, the shepherd, in the vale,
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,-
That barking, busy 'mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where he points, the intercepted flocks.
Where oaks o'erhang the road, the radiance shoots
On tawny earth, wild weeds, and twisted roots;
The druid-stones their lighted fane enfold;
And all the babbling brooks are liquid gold;

Sunk to a curve, the day-star lessens still,

Gives one bright glance, and drops behind the hill.*

From Thomson.

WORDSWORTH

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