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Page 271 - on the broad pathway of good faith and good will ; no advantage shall be taken on either side, but all shall be openness and love. I will not call you children, for parents sometimes chide their children too severely ; nor brothers only ; for brothers differ. The friendship...
Page 293 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough briar, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green.
Page 174 - And oft he traced the uplands, to survey, When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn, The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey. And lake, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn; Far to the west the long long vale withdrawn, Where twilight loves to linger for a while; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn, And villager abroad at early toil. But, lo! the Sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.
Page 290 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 178 - Fancy flies away Before thy hollow tread, Yet meditation, in her cell, Hears with faint eye, the lingering knell, That tells her hopes are dead ;. And though the tear By chance appear, Yet she can smile, and say, My all was not laid here.
Page 57 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the...
Page 140 - Being born, it pouts, cries, and breeds teeth. What is there yet in a son? He must be fed, Be taught to go, and speak. Ay, or yet Why might not a man love a calf as well?
Page 63 - Then stop, and gaze, then turn, they know not why, Like bashful younkers in society. To mark the structure of a plant or tree, And all fair things of earth, how fair they be.
Page 34 - Hours : it is a stern pilgrimage through burning sandy solitudes, throngh regions of thick-ribbed ice. He walks among men ; loves men, with inexpressible soft pity, — as they cannot love him : but his soul dwells in solitude, in the uttermost parts of Creation.