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bear bends beneath bids bless blow boast bough bright bring brow brown cares chase cheer clear close cloud cold comes dark Delight door e'en earth face fair falls fame feels field flies flowers flows follow fresh Giles give glow goes green grow hand head hear heart Heaven hide hill labor leaves light lives load looks loud mark Midst mind morn Nature's never night nightly o'er once pain passing pasture path peace play pleasures poor praise pride pursue reign rest rise roar round seen SERIES shade share shower side sight smiles snow soul sound spreads Spring steps stops stream strong Summer's sweet takes tender thine thou thought Till toil turns warm Whilst winds wing Winter woods yields young
Page 23 - Away they scour, impetuous, ardent, strong, The green turf trembling as they bound along ; Adown the slope, then up the hillock climb, Where every molehill is a bed of thyme ; There panting stop ; yet scarcely can refrain ; A bird, a leaf, will set them off again : Or, if a gale with strength unusual blow, Scattering the wild-briar roses into snow, Their little limbs increasing efforts try, Like the torn flower the fair assemblage fly.
Page 36 - To turn the swarth, the quiv'ring load to rear, Or ply the busy rake, the land to clear. Summer's light garb itself now cumbrous grown, Each his thin doublet in the shade throws down ; Where oft the mastiff skulks with half-shut eye, And rouses at the stranger passing by ; Whilst unrestrain'd the social converse flows...
Page 61 - She hears the unwelcome foot advancing nigh : Nor quite unconscious of her wretched plight, Gives one sad look, and hurries out of sight. Fair promised sunbeams of terrestrial bliss, Health's gallant hopes,— and are ye sunk to this ? For in life's road though thorns abundant grow, There still are joys poor Poll can never know ; Joys which the gay companions of her prime Sip, as they drift along the stream of time...
Page 17 - Till eve again recall them loaded home. And now the dairy claims her choicest care, And half her household find employment there: Slow rolls the churn, its load of clogging cream At once foregoes its quality and name : From knotty particles first floating wide Congealing butter's dash'd from side to side; Streams of new milk through flowing coolers stray, And snow-white curd abounds, and wholesome whey.
Page 16 - As unambitious too that cheerful aid The mistress yields beside her rosy maid ; With joy she views her plenteous reeking store, And bears a brimmer to the dairy door; Her cows dismiss'd, the luscious mead to roam, Till eve again recal them loaded home.
Page 43 - No blood-stain'd victory, in story bright, Can give the philosophic mind delight; No triumph please while Rage and Death destroy: Reflection sickens at the monstrous joy. And where the joy, if rightly understood, Like cheerful praise for universal good? The soul nor check nor doubtful anguish knows, But free and pure the grateful current flows.
Page 10 - And strew'd with corn to crown the rising year; And o'er the whole Giles once transverse again, In earth's moist bosom buries up the grain. The work is done; no more to Man is given; The grateful Farmer trusts the rest to Heaven. Yet oft with anxious heart he looks around, And marks the first green blade that breaks the ground;.
Page 84 - Short-sighted Dobbin! — thou canst only see The trivial hardships that encompass thee: Thy chains were freedom, and thy toils repose, Could the poor post-horse tell thee all his woes; Show thee his bleeding shoulders, and unfold The dreadful anguish he endures for gold: Hired at each call of business, lust, or rage, That prompts the traveller on from stage to stage...