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... path of heavenly love , That led right up to God . I took my lyre and dashed its strings , And music , wild and free , Sent forth the tuneful echoings Of Nature's minstrelsy . TO MILLY . LIKE summer , soft and breezy , B 2 ART THOU A ...
... path of heavenly love , That led right up to God . I took my lyre and dashed its strings , And music , wild and free , Sent forth the tuneful echoings Of Nature's minstrelsy . TO MILLY . LIKE summer , soft and breezy , B 2 ART THOU A ...
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... paths of woodland wild , Through briar , thorn , and bramble . I know in thy maternal breast There dwells a sense of duty , More lovely than the crimson west , That robes the sun in beauty ; But still , I know , there is a charm Reigns ...
... paths of woodland wild , Through briar , thorn , and bramble . I know in thy maternal breast There dwells a sense of duty , More lovely than the crimson west , That robes the sun in beauty ; But still , I know , there is a charm Reigns ...
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... path she took , Where I must walk alone . The lane , the hill , the murmuring rill , The stile she called her own , Are sacred to my memory still , And crowd it one by one . The flow'rets she was wont to cull I seek when spring is near ...
... path she took , Where I must walk alone . The lane , the hill , the murmuring rill , The stile she called her own , Are sacred to my memory still , And crowd it one by one . The flow'rets she was wont to cull I seek when spring is near ...
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... murmuring stream , On which no real joy was borne ; A night without one starry eye ; A winter without any flowers ; A melancholy destiny , Controlled by none but evil powers . Nay ! life's a path where virtues grow , And 26 POEMS .
... murmuring stream , On which no real joy was borne ; A night without one starry eye ; A winter without any flowers ; A melancholy destiny , Controlled by none but evil powers . Nay ! life's a path where virtues grow , And 26 POEMS .
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Edward Capern. Nay ! life's a path where virtues grow , And sacred songsters warble lays ; A fount whence purest pleasures flow ; A night illumed by friendship's rays ; A winter - time , whose cumbrous snows Press rosy flow'rets from the ...
Edward Capern. Nay ! life's a path where virtues grow , And sacred songsters warble lays ; A fount whence purest pleasures flow ; A night illumed by friendship's rays ; A winter - time , whose cumbrous snows Press rosy flow'rets from the ...
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April's showers Barton Home beautiful Spring Bideford bird bloom blossom bough breath breeze brooklet brow buds burn burning song butterflies charm cheek Christmas clouds cuckoo daisies dance dear death Devon earth Edward Capern England eyes fields are yellow flow'rets flowers flying song Foster Genius fragrant friends fugleman gentle gleam glory golden green happy hours hath hawthorn hear heart heaven Heigho hill honour kiss lads lark laughing light Live in love maiden melody merrily merry harvesters mirth morn mourn music tunes neath night o'er Old England parterre poems poet poet's postman Pretty Rosa primrose rapturous song rich rills Rosa Bright rosy scene shade shout showers singing mellow skies smiling smiling train song sorrow soul stream sweet sweetest tear tell thee thought thrush tis pleasant living toil tree tune Twas wander wavelet wear ween weep Whilst wild wing ye men yonder
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Page i - And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction
Page 158 - Look aloft!" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. If the friend who embraced In prosperity's glow, With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, "Look aloft!
Page 27 - TIS PLEASANT LIVING. BE not harsh and unforgiving, Live in love ; 'tis pleasant living. If an angry man should meet thee, And assail thee indiscreetly, Turn not thou again and rend him, Lest thou needlessly offend him ; Show him love hath been thy teacher, Kindness is a potent preacher : Gentleness is e'er forgiving, — Live in love ; 'tis pleasant living. Why be angry with each other ? Man was made to love his brother : Kindness is a human duty, Meekness a celestial beauty. Words of kindness spoke...
Page 93 - He wooes the bright sun o'er the lea With a flourish of his horn. So the thrush, the thrush, the old gray thrush, A merry, blithe old boy is he ; You may hear him on the roadside bush, Or the topmost twig of the mountain tree. To come with the balmy breath of Spring, And...
Page 91 - For he sits upon the topmost twig To carol forth his glee, And none can dance a merrier jig, Or laugh more loud than he. So the thrush, the thrush, the old gray thrush...
Page v - Mr. Capern's features have a striking resemblance to those of Oliver Goldsmith ; he has also the Doctor's sturdy build, though not his personal height. Nor is this the only point of resemblance to our dear Goldy. Mr. Capern has an ear for music, he plays touchingly on the flute, and sings his own songs to his own tunes with striking energy or tenderness.
Page 158 - Or dragging your limbs through a lawn ; [f wading knee-deep through an angry flood, Or a plough'd field newly sown, — " If sweating big drops 'neath a burning sun, And shiv'ring "mid sleet and snow ; If drenched to the skin with rain, be fun, And can a joy bestow ! " If toiling away through a weary week (No six days work but seven) Without one holy hour to seek A resting place in heaven.
Page 155 - ... plays touchingly on the flute, and sings his own songs to his own tunes with striking energy or tenderness." He certainly enjoyed his life as a postman. He says: — O, the postman's life is as happy a life As any one's, I trow ; Wand'ring away where dragon-flies play, And brooks sing- soft and low ; And watching the lark as he soars on high, To carol in yonder cloud, "He sings in his labours, and why not I ?
Page 53 - WHEBE hast thou been, my beautiful Spring ? To the sultry south, on the swallow's wing ; Kissing the little kidnapped slave, Ere borne away on the deep blue wave ; Brushing the tear from the mother's cheek, As she wept for her child at Mozambique ? Else whence comest thou with this potent charm, Chaining the winds to the frigid zone, Making the breast of Nature warm, And stilling old Winter's undertone ? Where hast thou been, my beautiful Spring...
Page 159 - But, postman, not to thee." O, the postman's is a blessed life, And, sighing heavily,