The Months: Illustrated by Pen and PencilReligious Tract Society, 1864 - 224 стор. |
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... shade ! How the tongues of flame shot high up into the air , and then fell back with magical variation . Ever and anon the blazing mass would suddenly sink down into some internal crater , and a shower of sparks would fly aloft , and ...
... shade ! How the tongues of flame shot high up into the air , and then fell back with magical variation . Ever and anon the blazing mass would suddenly sink down into some internal crater , and a shower of sparks would fly aloft , and ...
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... Shade , unperceived , so softening into shade , And all so forming an harmonious whole , That , as they still succeed , they ravish still . But wandering oft , with brute , unconscious gaze , Man marks not Thee , marks not the mighty ...
... Shade , unperceived , so softening into shade , And all so forming an harmonious whole , That , as they still succeed , they ravish still . But wandering oft , with brute , unconscious gaze , Man marks not Thee , marks not the mighty ...
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... shade with a religious awe . And ye , whose bolder note is heard afar , Who shake th ' astonished world , lift high to heaven Th ' impetuous song , and say from whom you rage . His praise , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And ...
... shade with a religious awe . And ye , whose bolder note is heard afar , Who shake th ' astonished world , lift high to heaven Th ' impetuous song , and say from whom you rage . His praise , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And ...
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... asleep , Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades , and teach the night His praise . Ye chief , for whom the whole creation smiles , } HYMN TO THE SEASONS . At once the head , 4 HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
... asleep , Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades , and teach the night His praise . Ye chief , for whom the whole creation smiles , } HYMN TO THE SEASONS . At once the head , 4 HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
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... shade , And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute , the virgin's lay , The prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme ...
... shade , And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute , the virgin's lay , The prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme ...
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Autumn beauty beneath birds blast bloom blossoms blow bough bowers bramble breath breeze bright buds busy song calm cheer clouds COWSLIP daisy dark deep delight doth E. M. Wimperis earth EARTH'S CHILDREN faded fair fall field flowers frost frost like ashes gale glad gleam glory glow-worm golden gorse green green days grove hath heart heaven hill hour HYMN leaf leaves light look Lord Mary Howitt moon morn mountains Nature night Noel Humphreys o'er pale praise Psalm rain RESURGAM rill rise Robert Barnes round RYDAL WATER Saviour bleed scene season shade shining shower silent sing sleep smile snow snowdrop soft song soul sound spirit Spring stars storm Summer sweet Sydney Dobell Thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thoughts trees unto vernal violets voice walk wave wild winds wing Winter withered wonder woods yellow
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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 28 - Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: Thou greatly enrichest it With the river of God, which is full of water : Thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
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 viii - 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.