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... breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests , bend , ye harvests , wave , to HIM ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep ...
... breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests , bend , ye harvests , wave , to HIM ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep ...
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... breath , he overtakes his fellows ; Who gather round , and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition , tall and ghastly , That walks at dead of night , or takes his stand O'er some new - open'd grave ; and , strange to tell ! Evanishes at ...
... breath , he overtakes his fellows ; Who gather round , and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition , tall and ghastly , That walks at dead of night , or takes his stand O'er some new - open'd grave ; and , strange to tell ! Evanishes at ...
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... breath Like a hard - hunted beast . How his great heart Beats thick ! his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! what now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs , and well - spread shoulders ? See how he tugs for life ...
... breath Like a hard - hunted beast . How his great heart Beats thick ! his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! what now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs , and well - spread shoulders ? See how he tugs for life ...
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... breath of kings , " An honest man's the noblest work of God ; " And certes , in fair virtue's heavenly road , The cottage leaves the palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp ? a cumbrous load , Disguising oft the wretch of human ...
... breath of kings , " An honest man's the noblest work of God ; " And certes , in fair virtue's heavenly road , The cottage leaves the palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp ? a cumbrous load , Disguising oft the wretch of human ...
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... breath might take its flight in midway air , — This pleases for a while ; but on the brink , Back from the toppling edge his fancy shrinks In horror : Sleep at last his breath becalms , — He dreams ' tis done ; but starting wild awakes ...
... breath might take its flight in midway air , — This pleases for a while ; but on the brink , Back from the toppling edge his fancy shrinks In horror : Sleep at last his breath becalms , — He dreams ' tis done ; but starting wild awakes ...
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Page 147 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Page 142 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Page 148 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 252 - When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, by the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, at the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, and thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 5 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles : And every sense and every heart is joy.
Page 263 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 375 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Page 7 - Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to HIM; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Page 8 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
Page 115 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year I Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.