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... earth torpid , sterile , and deprived of beauty - the whole system of the elements ungenial , like a general refusal of nature to please us , or afford us anything . Well , but MIND , with the aid of wisdom and religion , may not only ...
... earth torpid , sterile , and deprived of beauty - the whole system of the elements ungenial , like a general refusal of nature to please us , or afford us anything . Well , but MIND , with the aid of wisdom and religion , may not only ...
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... The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come , And the voice of the turtle is heard in the land . " CONTENTS . WINTER DECEMBER MORNING . WINTER MUSIC 66 James vi PREFACE . Carol from Roxburghe Collection.
... The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come , And the voice of the turtle is heard in the land . " CONTENTS . WINTER DECEMBER MORNING . WINTER MUSIC 66 James vi PREFACE . Carol from Roxburghe Collection.
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... Earth's universal face , deep - hid and chill , Is one wild dazzling waste , that buries wide The works of man . Drooping , the labourer - ox Stands covered o'er with snow , and then demands The fruit of all his toil . The fowls of ...
... Earth's universal face , deep - hid and chill , Is one wild dazzling waste , that buries wide The works of man . Drooping , the labourer - ox Stands covered o'er with snow , and then demands The fruit of all his toil . The fowls of ...
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... earth , With looks of dumb despair ; then , sad dispersed , Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow . DECEMBER MORNING . LOVE to rise ere gleams the tardy light , Winter's pale dawn ; and as warm fires illume , And cheerful ...
... earth , With looks of dumb despair ; then , sad dispersed , Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow . DECEMBER MORNING . LOVE to rise ere gleams the tardy light , Winter's pale dawn ; and as warm fires illume , And cheerful ...
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... earth the feathery snow , And all was white . The pure keen air abroad , Albeit breathed no scent of herb , nor heard Love - call of bird nor merry hum of bee , Was not the air of death . Bright mosses crept Over the spotted trunks ...
... earth the feathery snow , And all was white . The pure keen air abroad , Albeit breathed no scent of herb , nor heard Love - call of bird nor merry hum of bee , Was not the air of death . Bright mosses crept Over the spotted trunks ...
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angels ARCTIC CIRCLE beauty beneath bids birds blast blaze bleak bless bloom born breath bright calm cheerful chill Christ CHRISTMAS CAROLS clouds cold comes cottage dark dead deep drifted drooping E'en earth flowers Frost Spirit frozen glad glittering Glory green hail hath heart heaven heavenly hills holly housie hovering fly howl icy tower keen leafless leaves light lone guide lonely Lord loud meadow lake merry MONT VELAN morn musing naked neath nigh NORTH POLE NORTH-EAST PASSAGE o'er peace plain primeval mound rapturous song reign rich page rise roar rocks roll round rubies rich scene shepherds shine silent sing skies sleep smile snow solemn midnight song soon soul sound spring stars storm streams summer sweet tempest thee thought tidings tread trees voice warm waves weary wild wind-flower winds wintry woods
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Page 51 - Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! " Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Page 147 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 69 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion, Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An
Page 156 - Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long ; And in the frosty season, when the sun Was set, and, visible for many a mile, The cottage windows through the twilight blazed, I heeded not the summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us ; for me It was a time of rapture...
Page 50 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 121 - No powdered pert, proficient in the art Of sounding an alarm, assaults these doors Till the street rings; no stationary steeds Cough their own knell, while, heedless of the sound, The silent circle fan themselves, and quake : But here the needle plies its busy task, The pattern grows, the well-depicted...
Page 51 - Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ the everlasting Lord. Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
Page 85 - It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars; Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain: Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago.
Page 19 - The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering. Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That stream with rainbow radiance as they move. But round the parent stem the long low boughs Bend, in a glittering ring, and arbors hide The glassy floor.
Page 39 - Within our beds awhile we heard The wind that round the gables roared. With now and then a ruder shock. Which made our very bedsteads rock. We heard the loosened clapboards tost, The board-nails snapping in the frost; And on us, through the unplastered wall. Felt the light sifted snow-flakes fall. But sleep stole on, as sleep will do When hearts are light and life is new; Faint and more faint the murmers grew.