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... sweet remain of life encheers the sight , The dancing heart's blood in an instant there Would freeze to marble . Mingling day and night ( Sweet interchange , which makes our labours light , ) Are there unknown : while in the summer ...
... sweet remain of life encheers the sight , The dancing heart's blood in an instant there Would freeze to marble . Mingling day and night ( Sweet interchange , which makes our labours light , ) Are there unknown : while in the summer ...
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... sweet , Starting and whimpering in his sleep , Chasing still the straying sheep . The redcap , hanging overhead In cage of wire is. Whilst owlets , glad his toils are o'er , Swoop by him as he shuts the door . MORAL REFLECTIONS ON WINTER ...
... sweet , Starting and whimpering in his sleep , Chasing still the straying sheep . The redcap , hanging overhead In cage of wire is. Whilst owlets , glad his toils are o'er , Swoop by him as he shuts the door . MORAL REFLECTIONS ON WINTER ...
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... sweet , the seasonable showers Of teares ; sometimes the Frost of chill despaire Makes our desired Sunshine seem more faire : Weathers that most oppose to Flesh and Blood , Are such as help to make our Harvest good : We may not choose ...
... sweet , the seasonable showers Of teares ; sometimes the Frost of chill despaire Makes our desired Sunshine seem more faire : Weathers that most oppose to Flesh and Blood , Are such as help to make our Harvest good : We may not choose ...
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... Sweet are the harmonies of Spring , Sweet is the Summer's evening gale , And sweet the Autumnal winds that shake The many - coloured grove . And pleasant to the sobered soul The silence of the wintry scene , When Nature shrouds herself ...
... Sweet are the harmonies of Spring , Sweet is the Summer's evening gale , And sweet the Autumnal winds that shake The many - coloured grove . And pleasant to the sobered soul The silence of the wintry scene , When Nature shrouds herself ...
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... day . In heaven the rapturous song began , And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining regions ran , And strung and tuned the lyre . CHRISTMAS CAROLS . Swift through the vast expanse it flew 50 WINTER PICTURES . "Poems," 1840 、。。
... day . In heaven the rapturous song began , And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining regions ran , And strung and tuned the lyre . CHRISTMAS CAROLS . Swift through the vast expanse it flew 50 WINTER PICTURES . "Poems," 1840 、。。
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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.