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... leaves glitter as orient gems in the sunshine ; they sit together on the grassy slope : this the tale of his ... leaf , Now thick with full dark foliage - the same church , Our own dear village church , has seen us pray In the same seat ...
... leaves glitter as orient gems in the sunshine ; they sit together on the grassy slope : this the tale of his ... leaf , Now thick with full dark foliage - the same church , Our own dear village church , has seen us pray In the same seat ...
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... leaves , and solemn , moaning winds ? What means the day , ushered in by twilight And turning round , he gazes more tenderly and the invigorating air , and ere nightfall into her face , and says : - I remember well , one summer's night ...
... leaves , and solemn , moaning winds ? What means the day , ushered in by twilight And turning round , he gazes more tenderly and the invigorating air , and ere nightfall into her face , and says : - I remember well , one summer's night ...
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... leaves , its clear bright rills , its transparent pools edged with moss , its serene summer sky , its daffodils and hyacinths , its shady palms , and stately oleasters , and plane - trees , ministering their um- brage to the drinkers ...
... leaves , its clear bright rills , its transparent pools edged with moss , its serene summer sky , its daffodils and hyacinths , its shady palms , and stately oleasters , and plane - trees , ministering their um- brage to the drinkers ...
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... leaves it freer than before ; we are calmed — it is as if we stood in the presence of a greater intellect ; we are awed ; and it is even so , that stately fane was the conception and the design of the immortal mind . When it first ...
... leaves it freer than before ; we are calmed — it is as if we stood in the presence of a greater intellect ; we are awed ; and it is even so , that stately fane was the conception and the design of the immortal mind . When it first ...
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... leaf , and tree , and grassy mead We sat down upon a grassy mound and gazed on the monument ; it was a season pe- culiarly suited for thought : every cloud in the heavens had rolled away ; all was one still and beautiful blue ; the sun ...
... leaf , and tree , and grassy mead We sat down upon a grassy mound and gazed on the monument ; it was a season pe- culiarly suited for thought : every cloud in the heavens had rolled away ; all was one still and beautiful blue ; the sun ...
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Page 42 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 42 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 42 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came) Here let the billows stiffen and have rest...
Page 44 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 45 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Page 43 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Page 63 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Page 44 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 42 - Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing - there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Page 64 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.