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... golden hair . Till Daphne , desperate with pursuit Of his imperious love , At her own prayer transformed , took root A laurel in the grove . Then did the penitent adorn His brow with laurel green ; And ' mid his bright locks never shorn ...
... golden hair . Till Daphne , desperate with pursuit Of his imperious love , At her own prayer transformed , took root A laurel in the grove . Then did the penitent adorn His brow with laurel green ; And ' mid his bright locks never shorn ...
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... golden towers : To fill with worm - holes stately monuments , To feed oblivion with decay of things , To blot old books , and alter their contents , To pluck the quills from ancient ravens ' wings ; To dry the old oak's sap , and ...
... golden towers : To fill with worm - holes stately monuments , To feed oblivion with decay of things , To blot old books , and alter their contents , To pluck the quills from ancient ravens ' wings ; To dry the old oak's sap , and ...
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... golden tress Given by loving hands no more on earth , And starts , beholding how the dust of years , Which dims all else , has never touched its light . ALEX . SMITH . W DIVERS PROVIDENCES . HEN all the year our fields PAGE Alex Smith.
... golden tress Given by loving hands no more on earth , And starts , beholding how the dust of years , Which dims all else , has never touched its light . ALEX . SMITH . W DIVERS PROVIDENCES . HEN all the year our fields PAGE Alex Smith.
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... golden braid This ruined rampart's aged head , Proud to expose her gentle form , And swing her bright locks in the storm ? That lonely spot is bleak and hoar , Where prints my flower her fragrant kiss ; Yet sorrow hangs not fonder o'er ...
... golden braid This ruined rampart's aged head , Proud to expose her gentle form , And swing her bright locks in the storm ? That lonely spot is bleak and hoar , Where prints my flower her fragrant kiss ; Yet sorrow hangs not fonder o'er ...
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... above My incense to His throne of love . " And though in hermit solitude , Aloft and wild , my home I choose , On the rock's bosom pillowed rude , And nurtured by the falling dews ; 57 Yet duly with the opening year I hang my golden.
... above My incense to His throne of love . " And though in hermit solitude , Aloft and wild , my home I choose , On the rock's bosom pillowed rude , And nurtured by the falling dews ; 57 Yet duly with the opening year I hang my golden.
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angels Autumn beauty birds bloom blossoms blush boughs bower breath breeze bright brow Cedar tree CHARLES MACKAY child clouds content to die,-but dark dead death decay dews doth drooping earth eternal Evergreen faded fair fancy crown flowers friends garden glad gloom glory glowing golden gone grove H. F. LYTE hard at play hast hath heart heaven hopes hour ISA CRAIG ivy green Jean Jean-to the land JOHN KEATS lady fern leaf leal leaves life's light lonely look MARK LEMON morning Mount Lebanon never night numbers o'er pale rare old plant Reaper rich round sea lavender serve the rural shadows showers sigh silent skies smile soft song soul spirit spring stars summer sunbeams sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art tomb twilight sadness voice Wallflower wave ween wild wind wings winter withered yon lane glen youth
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Page 12 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 28 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Page 114 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Page 32 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Page 1 - 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 1 - 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...
Page 26 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest 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.
Page 18 - On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Page 123 - Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight ; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow...
Page 1 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...