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Modern Painters ...: Pt. 6. of Leaf Beauty. Pt. 7. of Cloud Beauty. Pt. 8-9 ...
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Page 81 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain. With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night. To let the warm Love in!
Page 142 - He giveth snow like wool : He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels : Who can stand before his cold? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Page 214 - For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red ; it is full of mixture ; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.
Page 81 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
Page 363 - Such a nation might truly say to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister.
Page 102 - Sharing the stillness of the unimpassioned rock, they share also its endurance ; and while the winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip-gold, — far...
Page 307 - Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honor to the world's great Author rise...
Page 101 - And, as the earth's first mercy, so they are its last gift to us. When all other service is vain, from plant and tree, the soft mosses and grey lichen take up their watch by the head-stone.
Page 101 - When all other service is vain, from plant and tree, the soft mosses and grey lichen take up their watch by the headstone. The woods, the blossoms, the gift-bearing grasses, have done their parts for a time, but these do service for ever. Trees for the builder's yard, flowers for the bride's chamber, corn for the granary, moss for the grave.