Domestic, Literary, and Village Sketches: Addressed to the Young of Our Neighbourhood : in the Vale of ***. |
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... rock of the hill , from the windy steep , speak , ye ghosts of the dead , whither are ye gone to rest ? " when we recall the melancholy catastrophe which there befel two friends , students from Oxford , who , in the summer of 1815 ...
... rock of the hill , from the windy steep , speak , ye ghosts of the dead , whither are ye gone to rest ? " when we recall the melancholy catastrophe which there befel two friends , students from Oxford , who , in the summer of 1815 ...
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... dark Waves , what sounds of Wail ger , the Air and fill the misty gale , Float The Eagle darts , the sea birds , screaming flock : And borne on storms , desert the sheltering rock . Ye waves of Lismore , by the tempest tost ,
... dark Waves , what sounds of Wail ger , the Air and fill the misty gale , Float The Eagle darts , the sea birds , screaming flock : And borne on storms , desert the sheltering rock . Ye waves of Lismore , by the tempest tost ,
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... rocks , and glens , and flowers , and beautiful scenery , that nature re - asserts her in . fluence . In the entangled forest , and in the daisied meadow ; in the serenity of the heavens , the lover finds similes of his mistress's ...
... rocks , and glens , and flowers , and beautiful scenery , that nature re - asserts her in . fluence . In the entangled forest , and in the daisied meadow ; in the serenity of the heavens , the lover finds similes of his mistress's ...
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... rocks ; some goats were still browsing on the summits ; the cotter's children , who had ventured to wade across the shallow summer stream , were gathering blackberries and wild rasps in their recesses , and all their echoes were alive ...
... rocks ; some goats were still browsing on the summits ; the cotter's children , who had ventured to wade across the shallow summer stream , were gathering blackberries and wild rasps in their recesses , and all their echoes were alive ...
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... rocks a refuge for the Conies . He formed the lunar light to its periods , the solar knows its point of departure . Darkness is constituted , and it is night ; in which every animal of the forest is in motion . The young lions roaring ...
... rocks a refuge for the Conies . He formed the lunar light to its periods , the solar knows its point of departure . Darkness is constituted , and it is night ; in which every animal of the forest is in motion . The young lions roaring ...
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Page 31 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 32 - Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other...
Page 14 - Cona : let me think on the days of other years. And bring me the harp, O maid ! that I may touch it when the light of my soul shall arise. Be thou near to learn the song ; future times shall hear of me ! The sons of the feeble hereafter will lift the voice of Cona ; and looking up to the rocks, say,
Page 8 - And it does arise in its strength ! I behold my departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as in the days of other years. Fingal comes like a watery column of mist; his heroes are around. And see the bards of song, gray-haired Ullin! stately Ryno! Alpin with the tuneful voice! the soft complaint of Minona! How are ye changed, my friends...
Page 20 - She wrought and temper'd with a purer flame. To these the Sire Omnipotent unfolds The world's harmonious volume, there to read The transcript of Himself. On every part They trace the bright impressions of his hand: In earth or air, the meadow's purple stores, The moon's mild radiance, or the virgin's form Blooming with rosy smiles, they see portray'd That uncreated beauty, which delights The Mind Supreme. They also feel her charms, Enamour'd; they partake the eternal joy.
Page 19 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Page 26 - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Page 50 - These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season. That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good. Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled : thou takest away- their breath, they die, and return to their dust. Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created : and thou renewest the face of the earth.
Page 12 - But thou shalt not die unknown," replied the king of woody Morven: "my bards are many, O Carthon ! Their songs descend to future times. The children of years to come shall hear the fame of Carthon; when 205 they sit round the burning oak, and the night is spent in songs of old.
Page 28 - A fairer Paradise is founded now For Adam and his chosen sons...