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... whence that alter'd eye ? Has fate , beneath the fowler's form , With cruel aim , thy bliss annoy'd ? Or truant boy , intent on harm , With careless joy , thy young destroy'd ? If ' tis thy lot these woes to prove , Thy plaintive strain ...
... whence that alter'd eye ? Has fate , beneath the fowler's form , With cruel aim , thy bliss annoy'd ? Or truant boy , intent on harm , With careless joy , thy young destroy'd ? If ' tis thy lot these woes to prove , Thy plaintive strain ...
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... whence that mournful melody of song ? The poet's musing fancy would translate The tender sounds which swell thy little breast ; When still at dewy eve thou leav'st thy nest , Thus to the list'ning night to tell thy fate . Pale sorrow's ...
... whence that mournful melody of song ? The poet's musing fancy would translate The tender sounds which swell thy little breast ; When still at dewy eve thou leav'st thy nest , Thus to the list'ning night to tell thy fate . Pale sorrow's ...
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... whence patience weaves The monarch's velvet canopy ; Through his high domes , a splendid radiance throws , And binds the jewell'd circlet on his brows . And not that thus transform'd , thy boughs , Now , as a cestus , clasp the fair ...
... whence patience weaves The monarch's velvet canopy ; Through his high domes , a splendid radiance throws , And binds the jewell'd circlet on his brows . And not that thus transform'd , thy boughs , Now , as a cestus , clasp the fair ...
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... Whence has the tree , the shrub , the plant , the flower , A various instinct , or a different power ? Why should one soil , one clime , one stream , one breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen ...
... Whence has the tree , the shrub , the plant , the flower , A various instinct , or a different power ? Why should one soil , one clime , one stream , one breath , Raise this to strength , and sicken that to death ? Whence does it happen ...
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... Whence every virtue flows in friendly strife , And all the moral harmonies of life . MEEKNESS . MARK when tempestuous winds arise , The wild confusion and uproar ; All ocean mingling with the skies , And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore ...
... Whence every virtue flows in friendly strife , And all the moral harmonies of life . MEEKNESS . MARK when tempestuous winds arise , The wild confusion and uproar ; All ocean mingling with the skies , And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore ...
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Strona 82 - 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 142 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Strona 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Strona 105 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Strona 143 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Strona xii - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Strona 92 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise His works behold, Both day and night.
Strona 174 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Strona 81 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, God-like erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure— Severe, but in true filial freedom placed, Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed; For contemplation he and valour formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him.
Strona 97 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.