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appear Autumn bank beauty beneath birds bloom blossoms blow blue breath breeze bright bring calm cheerful clear clouds comes dark death deep delight doth drop earth fair fall feel field flowers fruit garden gathering give glad glory green grow half hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hill hope hour HYMN land leaves light living look Lord MARCH moon morn mountains Nature never night o'er once pale pass peace praise pure rain rest rich rise rock rose round scene season seems shade shining shower side silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soon soul sound spirit Spring stars storm Summer sweet Thee things Thou thoughts tree turns unto violets voice walk waters wave wild winds wing Winter wonder woods
Сторінка 20 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Сторінка 91 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка iii - And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night; and lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people: for unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; ye shall find the babe wrapped...
Сторінка 166 - THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end.
Сторінка 37 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Сторінка 180 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Сторінка 173 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ourS) So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Сторінка 91 - Therefore on every morrow are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-clarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.