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... dear— This is our world , our idol , though it bear Affection's impress or devotion's air ! WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? Thy neighbour ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless , Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may ...
... dear— This is our world , our idol , though it bear Affection's impress or devotion's air ! WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? Thy neighbour ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless , Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may ...
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... gilded halls and proud saloons , amid the great they roam , Yet they languish in their triumph for their dear and early home . ON MEMORY . 19 From this sad and simple story To the Round-Leaved Sun The Transplanted Flower Waring Mrs Abdy.
... gilded halls and proud saloons , amid the great they roam , Yet they languish in their triumph for their dear and early home . ON MEMORY . 19 From this sad and simple story To the Round-Leaved Sun The Transplanted Flower Waring Mrs Abdy.
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... dear , Where thought is hush'd and feeling free In quietness to worship thee ? Hence is this humble temple rear'd In Alpine solitude , By one who loved thy name and fear'd , With eloquence imbued To touch the heart and bend the knee In ...
... dear , Where thought is hush'd and feeling free In quietness to worship thee ? Hence is this humble temple rear'd In Alpine solitude , By one who loved thy name and fear'd , With eloquence imbued To touch the heart and bend the knee In ...
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... dear , Where I sported a babe without sorrow or fear ; I would leave this great city , so brilliant and gay , For a peep at my home on this fair summer day . I have friends whom I love and would leave with regret , But the love of my ...
... dear , Where I sported a babe without sorrow or fear ; I would leave this great city , so brilliant and gay , For a peep at my home on this fair summer day . I have friends whom I love and would leave with regret , But the love of my ...
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... Dear mother , I will place on thine . Saratoga Springs , 11mo . 1838 . The duties that are owing to friends are integrity , love , counsel , and assistance . It is not intimacy and frequency of conversation that makes a friend , but a ...
... Dear mother , I will place on thine . Saratoga Springs , 11mo . 1838 . The duties that are owing to friends are integrity , love , counsel , and assistance . It is not intimacy and frequency of conversation that makes a friend , but a ...
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art thou BARTON beam beneath bird blessing blest bloom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow burning celestial zone CHAMOIS child childhood's clouds coral strand dark dear death deep dost dream dwell E'en earth fair Fare thee Farewell feel flowers gentle glad gleam glee gloom glorious glory glow HADALLAH happy hath heart heaven HELVELLYN HEMANS HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour ISLE OF BEAUTY LAKE GENEVA LAST RITES leaves life's light love thee Mary morning mortal may know mountain murmur myrrh Nebaioth night o'er passing praise prayer Rhine RHODODENDRON rose round scenes shade shadows roll shine silence sing skies SKY LARK sleep smile sorrow soul spring stars stream SUNDEW sunny sunny song sweet tears tell thine things thou art thou hast thought thy majesty thy rest thy spirit tree voice waves weep wild wind wings youth
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Página 107 - land ; Thou calls't its children a happy hand; Mother! Oh where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance through the myrtle houghs ? " Not there, not there, my child!
Página 171 - A lady piqued at Johnson's scrupulous advocacy of truth, once asserted that little variations in narrative must happen many times a day, without one is perpetual watching.—To which Johnson replied, "Well, madam, and you ought to be perpetually watching. It is more from carelessness about truth, than from intentional lying, that there is so much falsehood in the world.
Página 62 - THE CONVICT SHIP. Morn on the waters!—and purple and bright, Bursts on the billows the flushing- of light; O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on; Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the
Página 51 - To make the river flow. The clouds might give abundant rain, The nightly dews might fall, And the herb that keepeth life in man Might yet have drank them all. Then, wherefore, wherefore, were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace,
Página 74 - IN HEAVEN. [" And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in Heaven about the space of half an hour !"—Rev. viii. 1.]
Página 53 - THE MIDGES DANCE ABOON THE BURN. The midges dance aboon the burn, The dews begin to fa', The pairtricks down the rushy holm, Set up their e'ening ca', Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang, Rings through the briery shaw, While flitting, gay, the swallows play Around the castle wa'.
Página 113 - compare ; The power that he has given us To pour our souls in prayer; Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, Before his footstool fall, And remember in thy gladness, His grace who gave thee all.
Página 22 - A glittering ship that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain." Go in thy glory o'er the ancient sea, WORDSWORTH. Take with thee gentle winds thy sails to swell, Sunshine and joy upon thy streamers
Página 65 - And the voice answered—" Be thou still! Enough to know is given; Clouds, winds, and stars, their part fulfil, Thine is to trust in Heaven." F. HEMANS. TO THE MOON. What is it that gives thee, mild Queen of the
Página 59 - part," She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently opened heart Was made by God's own temple meet. Fairest and best adorn'd is she Whose clothing is humility. The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown, In deepest adoration bends ; The weight of glory bows him down Then most when most his soul ascends. Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility. J. MONTGOMERY.