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... dwell ; It was her Catechism - book , That Mary loved so well . Of Baptism it told , In words for children meet ; And , more than all her tasks , she loved Its answers to repeat . Though mean her lot on earth , It told to her was given ...
... dwell ; It was her Catechism - book , That Mary loved so well . Of Baptism it told , In words for children meet ; And , more than all her tasks , she loved Its answers to repeat . Though mean her lot on earth , It told to her was given ...
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... dwell , As a pure , untroubled well . Shaded by the whispering trees , Will I woo the dreamy breeze ; Mountain , vale , and murmuring rill , With deep peace my heart shall fill . KÖRNER . Anna Bu ... འཐ་ FRANKLIN D. OLD FATHER MARTIN . 122.
... dwell , As a pure , untroubled well . Shaded by the whispering trees , Will I woo the dreamy breeze ; Mountain , vale , and murmuring rill , With deep peace my heart shall fill . KÖRNER . Anna Bu ... འཐ་ FRANKLIN D. OLD FATHER MARTIN . 122.
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... dwell ; - Fair - roof'd abodes , crystalline cells and floors , Where shells and living things , old Ocean's stores , Take varied hues , and put on mailèd form , Gathering their strength and beauty from the storm . And yet the while it ...
... dwell ; - Fair - roof'd abodes , crystalline cells and floors , Where shells and living things , old Ocean's stores , Take varied hues , and put on mailèd form , Gathering their strength and beauty from the storm . And yet the while it ...
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... By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey , To bless the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . COLLINS . 16.
... By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey , To bless the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . COLLINS . 16.
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... dwell ? — Peace with your queries , friend ; I trust The likeness still you'll own is just . In that sweet month when Nature's hand Perfumes the air , and paints the land , While ling'ring blights our hopes betray , And winter checks ...
... dwell ? — Peace with your queries , friend ; I trust The likeness still you'll own is just . In that sweet month when Nature's hand Perfumes the air , and paints the land , While ling'ring blights our hopes betray , And winter checks ...
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Сторінка 72 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Сторінка 19 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...
Сторінка 71 - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Сторінка 20 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Сторінка 71 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Сторінка 5 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Сторінка 49 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
Сторінка 32 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Сторінка 72 - That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorn'd in Heaven, though little noticed here.
Сторінка 19 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.