The Months: Illustrated by Pen and PencilReligious Tract Society, 1864 - 224 стор. |
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... still . But wandering oft , with brute , unconscious gaze , Man marks not Thee , marks not the mighty hand , That , ever busy , wheels the silent spheres ; HYMN TO THE SEASONS . Works in the secret deep 2 HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
... still . But wandering oft , with brute , unconscious gaze , Man marks not Thee , marks not the mighty hand , That , ever busy , wheels the silent spheres ; HYMN TO THE SEASONS . Works in the secret deep 2 HYMN TO THE SEASONS .
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... goes the woodman ,. Their wonted fodder ; not like hungering man , Fretful if unsupplied ; but silent , meek , And patient of the slow - paced swain's delay . Muttering , the winds at eve , with blunted point. 14 JANUARY .
... goes the woodman ,. Their wonted fodder ; not like hungering man , Fretful if unsupplied ; but silent , meek , And patient of the slow - paced swain's delay . Muttering , the winds at eve , with blunted point. 14 JANUARY .
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... Silent is every warbler's lay , No more the bee hums through the day , Yet art thou fair in sleep . On all thy trees , on every bough , Thousands of crystals sparkle now , Where'er our eyes alight ; Firm on the spotless robe we tread ...
... Silent is every warbler's lay , No more the bee hums through the day , Yet art thou fair in sleep . On all thy trees , on every bough , Thousands of crystals sparkle now , Where'er our eyes alight ; Firm on the spotless robe we tread ...
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... silent fairy - land - a creation of that matchless magician the hoar - frost . There had been just snow enough to cover the earth and all its colours with one sheet of pure and uniform white , and just time enough since the snow had ...
... silent fairy - land - a creation of that matchless magician the hoar - frost . There had been just snow enough to cover the earth and all its colours with one sheet of pure and uniform white , and just time enough since the snow had ...
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... silent pomp display . Shall Man , the lord of Nature , expectant of the sky , Shall Man , alone unthankful , his little praise deny ? No , let the year forsake his course , the seasons cease to be , Thee , Master , must we always love ...
... silent pomp display . Shall Man , the lord of Nature , expectant of the sky , Shall Man , alone unthankful , his little praise deny ? No , let the year forsake his course , the seasons cease to be , Thee , Master , must we always love ...
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appear Autumn beauty beneath birds bloom blow blue breath breeze bright bring calm cheerful clear close clouds comes dark deep delight doth earth faded fair fall feel field flowers forest frost fruit garden gathering give glad glory golden green grow half hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour HYMN land leaf leaves light living look Lord moon morn 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 thought trees turns unto voice walk wandering waters wave wild winds wing Winter 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.