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angels bard beauty believed beneath bliss blood breath bright called clouds comes course dark death deep delight earth eternal face fair faith fall Father fear fell fields fire flood gave give glory grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hell hills holy hope hour human kind light living look lost mind morn mortal mountains Muse Nature never night o'er once passed passions peace perfect pleased praise pride rage reason retired returned rise rolled rose round sacred scene seemed seen shade side sing smile song sons soul sound spirit spread Spring stand stood stream strong sweet swelling thee things thou thought thousand throne took truth turn virtue voice walked waste wave wide wild winds wing wisdom wish wonder woods youth
Seite 33 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Seite 128 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Seite 151 - Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Seite 110 - Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature charm To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, And soar above this little scene of things; To tread low-thoughted Vice beneath their feet; To soothe the throbbing passions into peace, And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks.
Seite 130 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Seite 90 - To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye, Unconscious of her power, and turning quick, With unaffected blushes, from his gaze. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
Seite 51 - Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
Seite 286 - With many tears, and closed without a cloud. They set as sets the morning star, which goes • Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides Obscured among the tempests of the sky, But melts away into the light of heaven.
Seite 187 - The subject, God and man, salvation, life And death — eterna. life, eternal death — Dread words ! whose meaning has no end, no boundsMost wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! Star of eternity ! the only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely!