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... souls from the earth to rise ; Ye would bid us all grovelling scenes despise . Ye would tell us that all its pursuits are vain , That pleasure is toil - ambition is pain , — That its bliss is touched with a poisoning leaven , Ye would ...
... souls from the earth to rise ; Ye would bid us all grovelling scenes despise . Ye would tell us that all its pursuits are vain , That pleasure is toil - ambition is pain , — That its bliss is touched with a poisoning leaven , Ye would ...
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... soul is free , Ranging wild o'er hill and lea . Soft as Memnon's harp at morning , To the inward ear devout ; Touch'd by light , with heavenly warning , Your transporting chords ring out . Every leaf in every nook , Every wave in every ...
... soul is free , Ranging wild o'er hill and lea . Soft as Memnon's harp at morning , To the inward ear devout ; Touch'd by light , with heavenly warning , Your transporting chords ring out . Every leaf in every nook , Every wave in every ...
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... soul ; Daughter of Spring , and Messenger of May ! Which shall I first declare , which most extol , Thy sovereign beauties , or thy sovereign use ? With thee the rural dame a draught prepares , A nectar draught , more luscious to my ...
... soul ; Daughter of Spring , and Messenger of May ! Which shall I first declare , which most extol , Thy sovereign beauties , or thy sovereign use ? With thee the rural dame a draught prepares , A nectar draught , more luscious to my ...
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... glow - worm to the moon ; The same is human intellect , If on our Maker we reflect , Whose magnitude is so immense , That it transcends both soul and sense . Poor purblind man ! then set thee still ; Let 32 THE NATURALIST'S.
... glow - worm to the moon ; The same is human intellect , If on our Maker we reflect , Whose magnitude is so immense , That it transcends both soul and sense . Poor purblind man ! then set thee still ; Let 32 THE NATURALIST'S.
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... souls , They shall be tuned to love . Then come , my sister ! come , I pray , With speed put on your woodland dress , And bring no book ; for this one day We'll give to idleness . WORDSWORTH . TO A WATERFOWL . WHITHER , ' midst falling ...
... souls , They shall be tuned to love . Then come , my sister ! come , I pray , With speed put on your woodland dress , And bring no book ; for this one day We'll give to idleness . WORDSWORTH . TO A WATERFOWL . WHITHER , ' midst falling ...
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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.