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... foaming , ready to engulph those who venture on its bosom ; -And this is human pride ! " There is a gentler element , and man May breathe it with a calm unruffled soul , And drink its living waters till heart Is pure . 18 MORAL OF FLOWERS .
... foaming , ready to engulph those who venture on its bosom ; -And this is human pride ! " There is a gentler element , and man May breathe it with a calm unruffled soul , And drink its living waters till heart Is pure . 18 MORAL OF FLOWERS .
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... soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that sweet bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it ...
... soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that sweet bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it ...
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... soul of this wide universe . " - BRYANT . Yes ! beautiful and radiant creatures ! as ye are the " visible tokens of the upholding Love ! " so are ye gifted with faculties and perceptions to know and un- derstand the errand of mercy on ...
... soul of this wide universe . " - BRYANT . Yes ! beautiful and radiant creatures ! as ye are the " visible tokens of the upholding Love ! " so are ye gifted with faculties and perceptions to know and un- derstand the errand of mercy on ...
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... soul hath wept , to think that it could never Back to the casket give life's stolen gem ; Weeping that love which ... souls depart , Among their kindred , in their native place . I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken ...
... soul hath wept , to think that it could never Back to the casket give life's stolen gem ; Weeping that love which ... souls depart , Among their kindred , in their native place . I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken ...
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... soul a more unworldly life , With their soft holy breath . Thou hast not left His purer nature , with its fine desires , Uncared for in this universe of Thine ! The glowing rose attests it , the beloved Of poet hearts , touched by their ...
... soul a more unworldly life , With their soft holy breath . Thou hast not left His purer nature , with its fine desires , Uncared for in this universe of Thine ! The glowing rose attests it , the beloved Of poet hearts , touched by their ...
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Strona 21 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Strona 121 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Strona 248 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Strona 85 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Strona 229 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strona 132 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strona 47 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity ; besides that written one of God, another of His servant nature, that universal and public manuscript, that lies expansed unto the eyes of all...
Strona 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Strona 238 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Strona 237 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...