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Page 43 - ... whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; FEAR and trembling HOPE, SILENCE and FORESIGHT; DEATH, the Skeleton, And TIME, the Shadow; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Page 43 - Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved, — Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane ; — a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue...
Page 43 - Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved ; Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane; a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly...
Page 110 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Page 21 - the innocence of childhood, the beauty of youth, the solidity of middle, the gravity of old age, the learning of a clerk, and the life of a saint, all at eighteen.
Page 213 - Near this my Muse, what most delights her, sees A living gallery of aged trees; Bold sons of earth, that thrust their arms so high, As if once more they would invade the sky.
Page 8 - This work contains quite as much information as is requisite for any person who does not intend to make Chemistry a professional or hobby-horsical pursuit.
Page 195 - Since childhood in my pleasant bower First spent its sweet and sportive hour ; Since youthful lovers in my shade Their vows of truth and rapture made ; And on my trunk's surviving frame Carved many a long-forgotten name.
Page 241 - Farewell, my own sweet son ; God send you good keeping. Let me kiss you once yet ere you go, for God knoweth when we shall kiss together again.