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ages amidst anguish arms avarice beam beauty beneath blessings bliss blood bosom bound breast breath bright burst charm claim climes close cries dark death deep delight distant dread dropping earth equal fate fear feel fire flame fond Freedom gale give gloom glow grasp grateful hand haste head hear heart Heaven holy hope hour human knows labouring Liberty light limbs lives mind native nature night o'er once pass peace pleasure poured powers praise pride rage raised resign rest rise roll Roscoe round sacred scene secure shades share shore sight skies slaves smile song sons soon soothe sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring step stream strong sudden supply sweet swell tear thee thine thou thought throng Till toil train turn virtue voice waked waves whilst wide wild wondering wrong youth
Página 94 - As one who, destined from his friends to part, Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile, And tempers as he may affliction's dart...
Página 89 - Beneath a broad oak that for ages has stood, See the children of earth and the tenants of air, For an evening's amusement together repair. And there came the beetle so blind and so black, Who carried the emmet his friend on his back; And there was the gnat, and the dragonfly too, With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
Página 88 - COME, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast ; The trumpeter Gadfly has summoned the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.
Página 90 - Then chirped his own praises the rest of the night. With step so majestic the Snail did advance, And promised the gazers a minuet to dance. But they all laughed so loud that he pulled in his head, And went in his own little chamber to bed. Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night, Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with a light. Then home let us hasten, while yet we can see, For no watchman is waiting for you and for me.
Página 94 - Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign you; nor with fainting heart; For pass a few short years, or days, or hours, And happier seasons may their dawn unfold, And all your sacred fellowship restore: When, freed from earth, unlimited its powers, Mind shall with mind direct communion hold, And kindred spirits meet to part no more.
Página 85 - Thy shelter'd valleys proudly spread, And, SCOTIA, pour thy thousand rills, And wave thy heaths with blossoms red ; But, ah ! what poet now shall tread Thy airy heights, thy woodland reign, Since he the sweetest bard is dead That ever...
Página 89 - And the snail, with his horns peeping out of his shell, Came from a great distance the length of an ell. A mushroom their table, and on it was laid A water-dock leaf, which a table-cloth made. The viands were various, to each of their taste, And the bee brought her honey to crown the repast. Then close on his haunches, so solemn and wise, The frog from a corner looked up to the skies. And the squirrel, well pleased such diversions to see, Mounted high overhead and looked down from a tree.
Página 101 - Let all of good this bosom fires, To him, sole good, give praises due : Let all the truth himself inspires, Unite to sing him only true ! To him my every thought ascend, To him my hopes, my wishes, bend : From earth's wide bounds let louder hymns arise, And his own word convey the pious sacrifice ! In ardent adoration joined, Obedient to thy holy will, Let all my faculties combined, Thy just desires, O God, fulfil ! From thee derived.
Página 99 - Attend O earth the solemn strain ! Ye whirlwinds wild that sweep along ; Ye darkening storms of beating rain ; Umbrageous glooms, and forests drear, And solitary deserts hear ! Be still ye winds, whilst to the Maker's praise The creature of his power aspires his voice to raise. O may the solemn breathing sound Like incense rise before the throne, Where he, whose glory knows no bound, Great cause of all things, dwells alone.