...my heart could not but rise to Him Who hath made them all; and often have I murmured to myself:— " No sounds of worldly toil ascending there, Mar the...the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep, Through wither'd bents, romantic note and clear, Meet for a hermit's ear. The wheeling kite's wild solitary...

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...JffcoA vi. 2. WHEKE is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice, The region of Thy choice, Where, undisturb'd by sin and earth, the soul Owns Thy entire control...the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep, Through wither'd bents—romantic note and clear, The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry, And, scarcely heard...

...behest ; for one of that little band was the SON of GOD. " No sounds of worldly toil ascending ' here,' Mar the full burst of prayer ; Lone Nature feels that...the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep, Through wither'd bents — romantic note and clear, Meet for a hermit's ear. " The wheeling kite's wild solitary...

...behest ; for one of that little band was the SON of GOD. " No sounds of worldly toil ascending ' here,' Mar the full burst of prayer ; Lone Nature feels that...the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep, Through wither'd bents — romantic note and clear, Meet for a hermit's ear. " The wheeling kite's wild solitary...

...church, on the bright autumnal Sundays, through the pine forest and over the wild treeless hills, — "Where is thy favoured haunt, Eternal Voice, The region...the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep, Through wither'd bents — romantic notes, and clear, Meet for a hermit's ear." Still Marchmoram's image remained...

...and earth, the soul Owns Thine entire control ? 'Tis on the mountain's summit dark and high, Where storms are hurrying by: *Tis 'mid the strong foundations...tones: the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep, -The dashing waters where the air is still, From many a torrent rill— .Such sounds as make deep silence...

...around. We seemed banished from the world : " No sounds of worldly toil ascending there Mar the full bunt of prayer ; • Lone Nature feels that she may freely...tones : the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep. ***** The dashing waters, when the air is -lill, From many a torrent rill, That winds unseen beneath...

...the few remaining realms of solitude where " Lone Nature feels that she may freely breathe ; While round us and beneath Are heard her sacred tones : the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep ; The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry, And, scarcely heard so high — The dashing' waters when the...

...repeat Keble's hymn, 'Where is Thy favoured haunt, Eternal Voice? ' When he came to those lines, — No sounds of worldly toil ascending there, Mar the...romantic note and clear, Meet for a hermit's ear, — his voice seemed to take the tone of the wind, and I cannot describe how well the landscape explained...