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... feel how fair , Amid all beauty beautiful , Thy tender blossoms are . How delicate thy gauzy frill , How rich thy branchy stem ; How soft thy voice when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ; While silent showers are falling ...
... feel how fair , Amid all beauty beautiful , Thy tender blossoms are . How delicate thy gauzy frill , How rich thy branchy stem ; How soft thy voice when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ; While silent showers are falling ...
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... render : It is not hard , when troubles come , And doubts and fears distressing , To shelter in a father's home , And feel a mother's blessing . ** It is not hard , when storms arise ' 64 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . Winter Woman Woman's.
... render : It is not hard , when troubles come , And doubts and fears distressing , To shelter in a father's home , And feel a mother's blessing . ** It is not hard , when storms arise ' 64 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . Winter Woman Woman's.
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... Feel ! she is cool in the rivulet's play . Taste ! from the grape and the nectarine gushing Flows the red rill in the beams of the sun , Green in the hills , in the flower groves blushing , Look ! she is always and everywhere one ...
... Feel ! she is cool in the rivulet's play . Taste ! from the grape and the nectarine gushing Flows the red rill in the beams of the sun , Green in the hills , in the flower groves blushing , Look ! she is always and everywhere one ...
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... feeling were given thee to cherish ; Cherish them , then , though all else should decay ; Landmarks be these , that are never to perish , Stars that will shine on thy duskiest day , Courage ! disaster and peril once over , Freshen the ...
... feeling were given thee to cherish ; Cherish them , then , though all else should decay ; Landmarks be these , that are never to perish , Stars that will shine on thy duskiest day , Courage ! disaster and peril once over , Freshen the ...
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... feel the thrill of the daring jump , And the rush of the breathless swing ; I hide with you in the fragrant hay , And I whoop the smothered call , And my feet slip up on the seedy floor , And I care not for the fall . I am willing to ...
... feel the thrill of the daring jump , And the rush of the breathless swing ; I hide with you in the fragrant hay , And I whoop the smothered call , And my feet slip up on the seedy floor , And I care not for the fall . I am willing to ...
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Page 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Page 196 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Page 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 247 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 152 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Page 159 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.