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... grown - up flowers , and then examine the roots ( a system as encouraging as other systems of education I could name ) , and which they call their gardens . Helps . TO THE DAISY . A HUNDRED times , by rock MISCELLANEOUS . 13.
... grown - up flowers , and then examine the roots ( a system as encouraging as other systems of education I could name ) , and which they call their gardens . Helps . TO THE DAISY . A HUNDRED times , by rock MISCELLANEOUS . 13.
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James Stuart Laurie. TO THE DAISY . A HUNDRED times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain crouch'd an hour , Have I derived from thee , sweet flower , Some apprehension . Some shady love , some brief delight , Some memory that had ...
James Stuart Laurie. TO THE DAISY . A HUNDRED times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain crouch'd an hour , Have I derived from thee , sweet flower , Some apprehension . Some shady love , some brief delight , Some memory that had ...
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... hundred times more happiness from my chimeras than they from realities . When my sufferings make me measure sadly the length of the night , and the agitation of fever prevents me from enjoying a single instant of sleep , I often divert ...
... hundred times more happiness from my chimeras than they from realities . When my sufferings make me measure sadly the length of the night , and the agitation of fever prevents me from enjoying a single instant of sleep , I often divert ...
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... few turns in my garden , or sung an air to my guitar , I found in my bed repose of body and soul a hundred times sweeter than sleep itself . Rousseau . AUTUMN . SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close MISCELLANEOUS . 27.
... few turns in my garden , or sung an air to my guitar , I found in my bed repose of body and soul a hundred times sweeter than sleep itself . Rousseau . AUTUMN . SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close MISCELLANEOUS . 27.
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... hundreds of things and persons that gave the matter for them . There were fools and sages , long - headed men and narrow - minded men , children , and young and old men and women , that told me how they felt and what they thought , how ...
... hundreds of things and persons that gave the matter for them . There were fools and sages , long - headed men and narrow - minded men , children , and young and old men and women , that told me how they felt and what they thought , how ...
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Page 28 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 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.
Page 99 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose: And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Page 28 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 12 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Page 20 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Page 3 - With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe ; And, while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Page 12 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
Page 2 - Leave to enjoy myself. That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Page 271 - There is a river in the ocean. In the severest droughts it never fails, and in the mightiest floods it never overflows. Its banks and its bottom are of cold water, while its current is of warm. The Gulf of Mexico is its fountain, and its mouth is in the Arctic Seas. It is the Gulf-stream. There is in the world no other such majestic flow of waters. Its current is more rapid than the Mississippi or the Amazon, and its volume more than a thousand times greater.
Page 3 - My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.