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... green branches round its door ; Something , surely , must love me more ! Who loves me best ? my sister fair , With her laughing eyes , and her clustering hair ; Who flowers around my head doth twine , Who presseth her rosy lips to mine ...
... green branches round its door ; Something , surely , must love me more ! Who loves me best ? my sister fair , With her laughing eyes , and her clustering hair ; Who flowers around my head doth twine , Who presseth her rosy lips to mine ...
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... green , orange , and blue . And there came the Moth , with her plumage of down , And the Hornet , with jacket of yellow and brown , Who with him the Wasp his companion did bring , But they promised , that ev'ning , to lay by their sting ...
... green , orange , and blue . And there came the Moth , with her plumage of down , And the Hornet , with jacket of yellow and brown , Who with him the Wasp his companion did bring , But they promised , that ev'ning , to lay by their sting ...
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... green , green wood ; Loudly the blackbird is singing , The squirrel is feasting on blossom and bud , And the curlew fern is springing : Here ye may sleep In the moss so deep , While the noon is so warm and so weary , And sweetly awake ...
... green , green wood ; Loudly the blackbird is singing , The squirrel is feasting on blossom and bud , And the curlew fern is springing : Here ye may sleep In the moss so deep , While the noon is so warm and so weary , And sweetly awake ...
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... green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the South , and the chestnut- flowers , By thousands , have burst from the forest - bowers , And the ancient graves , and the fallen fanes , Are veil'd with wreaths on Italian plains ...
... green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the South , and the chestnut- flowers , By thousands , have burst from the forest - bowers , And the ancient graves , and the fallen fanes , Are veil'd with wreaths on Italian plains ...
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... green With modest head and simple mien ; How I love to see thee lie , In thy low serenity , Basking in the gladsome beam ; Or , beside some murmuring stream Gently bowing from thy nest , Greet the water's silver breast . Or ' mid ...
... green With modest head and simple mien ; How I love to see thee lie , In thy low serenity , Basking in the gladsome beam ; Or , beside some murmuring stream Gently bowing from thy nest , Greet the water's silver breast . Or ' mid ...
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Strona 35 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye Sons of Light, Angels — for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing — ye in heaven; On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Strona 94 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them.
Strona 34 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Strona 92 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Strona 35 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Strona 87 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Strona 91 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Strona 75 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Strona 95 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Strona 45 - No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripped with foot so free ; She seemed as happy as a wave That dances on the sea. ISO " There came from me a sigh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her and looked again: — And did not wish her mine.