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... grace To heaven her thoughts , to earth her face ; And all unconscious what fair fame Merit like hers might well assume , Preferred to every juster claim The lowly Daisy's simple bloom . Some bauble each moment arranging , Admiring ...
... grace To heaven her thoughts , to earth her face ; And all unconscious what fair fame Merit like hers might well assume , Preferred to every juster claim The lowly Daisy's simple bloom . Some bauble each moment arranging , Admiring ...
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... grace of humility . Swift Birds , that skim o'er the stormy deep , Who steadily onward your journey keep , Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay , But press still forward , by night or day— As in your unwearying course ye fly ...
... grace of humility . Swift Birds , that skim o'er the stormy deep , Who steadily onward your journey keep , Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay , But press still forward , by night or day— As in your unwearying course ye fly ...
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... grace that pole round which the village train Lead on their dance to greet the jocund May ; Oft on that merry morn , I've joined their throng A glad spectator ; oft their uncouth dance Eyed most attentive ; when , with tawdry show , Ill ...
... grace that pole round which the village train Lead on their dance to greet the jocund May ; Oft on that merry morn , I've joined their throng A glad spectator ; oft their uncouth dance Eyed most attentive ; when , with tawdry show , Ill ...
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... grace else wanted , for I love thy song And often have I stood to hear it sung , When the clear moon , * with Cytherean smile Emerging from an eastern cloud , has shot A look of pure benevolence and joy Into the heart of night . Yes , I ...
... grace else wanted , for I love thy song And often have I stood to hear it sung , When the clear moon , * with Cytherean smile Emerging from an eastern cloud , has shot A look of pure benevolence and joy Into the heart of night . Yes , I ...
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... grace To haunts of old renown ; Thou mantlest o'er the battlement , By strife or storm decay'd ; And fillest up each envious rent , Time's canker - tooth hath made . Thy roots outspread the ramparts o'er , Where , in war's stormy day ...
... grace To haunts of old renown ; Thou mantlest o'er the battlement , By strife or storm decay'd ; And fillest up each envious rent , Time's canker - tooth hath made . Thy roots outspread the ramparts o'er , Where , in war's stormy day ...
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Page 256 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 48 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 348 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 404 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the...
Page 404 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 123 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 273 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Page 130 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 48 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 341 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.