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... 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 . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds ...
... 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 . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds ...
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... give . The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play , The long summer's day in contentment they spend ; But happier I , if in God's holy way , I try to walk always , with Christ for my friend . M. L. DUNCAN . 38 THE CUCKO 0 . THE ...
... give . The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play , The long summer's day in contentment they spend ; But happier I , if in God's holy way , I try to walk always , with Christ for my friend . M. L. DUNCAN . 38 THE CUCKO 0 . THE ...
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... Gives warning that her time for flight is come . Thus ever journeying on , from land to land , She , sole of all the innumerous feathered tribes , Passes a stranger's life , without a home . GRAHAME . 39 THE BLACKBIRD WHEN snowdrops die ...
... Gives warning that her time for flight is come . Thus ever journeying on , from land to land , She , sole of all the innumerous feathered tribes , Passes a stranger's life , without a home . GRAHAME . 39 THE BLACKBIRD WHEN snowdrops die ...
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... Gives vigor to her wings . Another soon Strains after to support the bold attack , Perhaps a third . a third . As in some winding creek , On proud Iberia's shore , the corsairs sly Lurk waiting to surprise a British sail , Full ...
... Gives vigor to her wings . Another soon Strains after to support the bold attack , Perhaps a third . a third . As in some winding creek , On proud Iberia's shore , the corsairs sly Lurk waiting to surprise a British sail , Full ...
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... gives a loose to rage : Nor wants he long the means ; the hern fatigued , Borne down by numbers yields , and prone on earth He drops his cruel foes wheeling around Insult at will . The vengeful falconer flies Swift as an arrow shooting ...
... gives a loose to rage : Nor wants he long the means ; the hern fatigued , Borne down by numbers yields , and prone on earth He drops his cruel foes wheeling around Insult at will . The vengeful falconer flies Swift as an arrow shooting ...
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Page 27 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Page 24 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 41 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. 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 92 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Page 28 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Page 46 - 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 26 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Page 58 - On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell ; Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light That had else been all too bright.
Page 35 - BIRD of the wilderness. Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea ! Emblem of happiness. Blest is thy dwelling-place™ Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.
Page 23 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles...