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... smile , You were in Paradise the while . A sweet , attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face ; The lineaments of gospel books : I trow that countenance cannot lie Whose thoughts are legible ...
... smile , You were in Paradise the while . A sweet , attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face ; The lineaments of gospel books : I trow that countenance cannot lie Whose thoughts are legible ...
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... smiles , I smile to think How quickly she will frown ; And when , in froward mood , She proved an angry foe , Small gain I found to let her come , Less loss to let her go . ALEXANDER HUME . [ About 1599. ] A SUMMER'S DAY . THE time so ...
... smiles , I smile to think How quickly she will frown ; And when , in froward mood , She proved an angry foe , Small gain I found to let her come , Less loss to let her go . ALEXANDER HUME . [ About 1599. ] A SUMMER'S DAY . THE time so ...
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... smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . WILLIAM STRODE . [ 1600-1644 . ] MUSIC . O LULL me , lull me , charming air ! My senses rock with wonder sweet : Like snow on wool thy fallings are ; Soft ...
... smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . WILLIAM STRODE . [ 1600-1644 . ] MUSIC . O LULL me , lull me , charming air ! My senses rock with wonder sweet : Like snow on wool thy fallings are ; Soft ...
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... smile , And go at last . What ! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' T was pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
... smile , And go at last . What ! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' T was pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
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... smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss , 37 So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychained in sleep , The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep , With such a horrid clang As on ...
... smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss , 37 So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychained in sleep , The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep , With such a horrid clang As on ...
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Page 62 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 30 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 199 - And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 99 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won, Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 187 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 66 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 103 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 47 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might In Thy sole glory may unite.
Page 47 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care : His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 17 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.