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AUGUST bank beauty birds bloom blue bower breast breathe bright brook buds charm cheer clear close clouds comes DAISY delight doth drink dwell early earth ENGLISH SCENERY fair fall field Flow gently flowers fresh give gladness glowing gold grass gray green grove grows hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill land lark leaves light look meet morning mountain Nature nest never o'er pass peace Perigot plain pleasant pleasure praise pure rains rest rose round rural scenes seek seen shade shepheard sight silver simple sing smile soft song soul sound spring stream SUMMER swain sweet tell thee thou thought tree vale valley village violet WALK wandering waters waving wild wind wing woods young youth
Page 47 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
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 57 - 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 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 55 - Up with me ! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! . . ..:. Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
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 91 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Page 50 - Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this? No, no, this sorrow shown By your tears shed Would have this lecture read: That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.
Page 19 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou...