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appears autumn Bear beauty become Bible bird called Canst thou century Christ Church clouds comes cross dark deep divine eagle earth eternal experience eyes face faith fall feel feet fishing follow fruit give glory green grow hand happy heart heaven height higher hills holy hope human impressive inspiration King lake land leaf leaves light lines living look Lord miles mind mirage mirror Mount mountain nature nest never ocean once ourselves pass person poet reach reflect rise rock round says seems seen side sight snow sometimes soon soul speaks spirit spring stand stars stone sure sweet tells temple thing thou thought thousand tion trees turn universe unto valley wind wings
Seite 24 - Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven ; I thither went With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky As I bent down to look, just opposite A shape within the watery gleam appear'd, Bending to look on...
Seite 11 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 79 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 51 - Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Seite 92 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low, the woods Bow their hoar head...
Seite 9 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it pleases not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
Seite 179 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !