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... trees the sabbath bell Rings cheerful , far and wide , Mingling its sound with bleatings of the flocks , That feed about the vale among the rocks . Nor holy bell , nor pastoral bleat In former days within the vale ; Flapped in the bay ...
... trees the sabbath bell Rings cheerful , far and wide , Mingling its sound with bleatings of the flocks , That feed about the vale among the rocks . Nor holy bell , nor pastoral bleat In former days within the vale ; Flapped in the bay ...
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... tree ? be " They are a stranger race ; and since they came We've learned but little . - Spencer is the name . ' T was rumored round they better days had known ; And we , in pity , would have kindness shown Kindness of fellowship ; not ...
... tree ? be " They are a stranger race ; and since they came We've learned but little . - Spencer is the name . ' T was rumored round they better days had known ; And we , in pity , would have kindness shown Kindness of fellowship ; not ...
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... trees — ' t was sadder here unknown ! The village past , we came where stood aloof An aged cot with low and broken roof . The sun upon its walls in quiet slept ; Close by its door the stream in silence crept ; No rustling birds were ...
... trees — ' t was sadder here unknown ! The village past , we came where stood aloof An aged cot with low and broken roof . The sun upon its walls in quiet slept ; Close by its door the stream in silence crept ; No rustling birds were ...
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... tree's shade ; The sun is hot upon the open glade . " " A little farther ! - Let us not obtrude Upon her sorrows ' holy solitude . " " She marks us not : The curious passer - by , Children who pause , and know not why they sigh ...
... tree's shade ; The sun is hot upon the open glade . " " A little farther ! - Let us not obtrude Upon her sorrows ' holy solitude . " " She marks us not : The curious passer - by , Children who pause , and know not why they sigh ...
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... spirit of the sea did sing Its sad , low song : - for , ' Such , ' would Edward say , Its mourning tones , where long sand - beaches lay . ' But when through naked trees the strong wind went , 52 THE CHANGES OF HOME .
... spirit of the sea did sing Its sad , low song : - for , ' Such , ' would Edward say , Its mourning tones , where long sand - beaches lay . ' But when through naked trees the strong wind went , 52 THE CHANGES OF HOME .
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Page 102 - Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls : according harps, By angel fingers touched when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality...
Page 136 - Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me...
Page 137 - A requiem o'er the dead, From out thy gloomy cells A tale of mourning tells — Tells of man's woe and fall, His sinless glory fled.
Page 91 - The rill is tuneless to his ear, who feels No harmony within ; the south wind steals As silent, as unseen among the leaves. Who has no inward beauty, none perceives; Though all around is beautiful.
Page 138 - Canst thou grow sad, thou say'st, as earth grows bright ? And sigh, when little birds begin discourse In quick, low voices, ere the streaming light Pours on their nests, from out the day's fresh source ? With creatures innocent thou must perforce A sharer be, if that thine heart be pure. And holy hour like this, save sharp remorse, Of ills and pains of life must be the cure, And breathe in kindred calm, and teach thee to endure.
Page 148 - He said that upon opening Wordsworth a thousand springs seemed to gush up at once in his heart, and the face of nature of a sudden to change into a strange freshness and life.
Page 426 - I have known one like the latter, attempt, with uncouth condescension, to court an openhearted child, who would draw back with an instinctive aversion; and I have felt as if there were a curse upon him. Better to be driven out from among men, than to be disliked of children.
Page 21 - Into the chambers of the deep. I see the dead, long, long forgot; I see them in their sleep. A dreadful power is mine, which none can know, Save he who leagues his soul with death and wo.
Page 391 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night...
Page 1 - THE island lies nine leagues away. Along its solitary shore, Of craggy rock and sandy bay, No sound but ocean's roar, Save, where the bold, wild sea-bird makes her home, Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam. But when the light winds lie at rest, And on the glassy, heaving sea, The black duck, with her glossy breast, Sits swinging silently; How beautiful ! no ripples break the reach, And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach.
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On the Development of American Literature from 1815 to 1833 William B. Cairns No preview available - 2008 |