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The winter's past, the tempests fly, Soft gales breathe gently through the sky ; The
lark sweet warbling on the wing Salutes the gay return of spring : The silver dews
the vernal show'rs, Call forth a bloomy waste of flow'rs ; The joyous fields, the ...
The winter's past, the tempests fly, Soft gales breathe gently through the sky ; The
lark sweet warbling on the wing Salutes the gay return of spring : The silver dews
the vernal show'rs, Call forth a bloomy waste of flow'rs ; The joyous fields, the ...
Page 96
He spoke of ministerial duties that must intervene between his pleasures. He
therefore was soon left alone. (To be concluded in the next number.J KINDNESS.
Kindness ! an angel's attribute thou art So precious to receive, so sweet to give !
He spoke of ministerial duties that must intervene between his pleasures. He
therefore was soon left alone. (To be concluded in the next number.J KINDNESS.
Kindness ! an angel's attribute thou art So precious to receive, so sweet to give !
Page 325
There is, however, notwithstanding the sweet wisdom we would inculcate, a
lingering yearning for the country, and country things, and scenes, and flowers,
and birds, and green quiet fields, haunting the sweet recesses of almost every
human ...
There is, however, notwithstanding the sweet wisdom we would inculcate, a
lingering yearning for the country, and country things, and scenes, and flowers,
and birds, and green quiet fields, haunting the sweet recesses of almost every
human ...
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John Clare, in his own sweet and natural manner, speaks of the floral beauties of
the summer, and of " the rambling ... them all :" and Ambrose Phillips, says — "
The wandering Woodbine, how it climbs to breathe Refreshing sweets around.
John Clare, in his own sweet and natural manner, speaks of the floral beauties of
the summer, and of " the rambling ... them all :" and Ambrose Phillips, says — "
The wandering Woodbine, how it climbs to breathe Refreshing sweets around.
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... Hymns, like the bird-song of wood-crown'd hill : While our lips in a parting kiss
shall close, Sweet as the dew the bees distil From the trailing woodbine or
queenly rose : Come, my mother ! and dry your tears, What, if you love, are a few
short ...
... Hymns, like the bird-song of wood-crown'd hill : While our lips in a parting kiss
shall close, Sweet as the dew the bees distil From the trailing woodbine or
queenly rose : Come, my mother ! and dry your tears, What, if you love, are a few
short ...
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Page 53 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 386 - I loved Ophelia : forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 380 - He raised a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being. That done, he lets me go, And with his head over his shoulder turned He seemed to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me.
Page 321 - No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you undo this button : thank you, sir.
Page 113 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 106 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 331 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Page 380 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Page 24 - And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.
Page 107 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...